There's a man accused of an unspeakable crime
God, can you hear them? The bitter cries of his innocence
In a dark room, staring with dead eyes
Grasping at his dried tears
Before he resigned his own life to you in his desolation
Voice shaking, he murmured
'But I didn't do it...'
God, what answer did you give him...what kind of justice did you teach him?
Even if this voice reaches you...it won't erase his pain
There's a guy in a good position, good at bending the truth
God, what did you see? He's feeding his own self-interest with people's sorrows
The halfhearted leaders, the irresponsible mass media
While authority always stands laughing
"God can't save you...but we won't let you off with divine punishment alone
Judging others for their crimes is a way created by humans"
God, why did you give humans...the power of your judgment?
People are all...insignificant and weak...dishonest, sly...souls
Does justice win? Was the thing that won justice at all?
The difference between angels and demons thin as paper
If the times were different, we could praise "murder"
Someone spoke a single phrase full of sorrow
"God doesn't exist..."
If it can't reach you, I won't pray...nothing more than empty echoes
Even if this voice were to reach you, the crimes and punishments we suffer over and over
God, what answer did you give us...what is true justice?
People are all...insignificant and weak...dishonest, sly...souls