[Verse 1] When the war was finally over, the streets were looking for a name, and underneath the cries of freedom, someone had to take the blame. Hair was cut, eyes were cold as knives, women dragged through the streets, branded traitors with their lives. Not every accusation was true, not every rumor was a crime, but when the crowd decides your fate, justice gets left behind. [Pre-Chorus] And every hand that rises up to say it's fighting for the right, can forget there's still a human heart standing on the other side. [Chorus] Shame is not inherited, guilt is not invented, justice without the truth is violence dressed as judgment. If freedom needs somebody to tear down and humiliate, tell me, what kind of freedom needs another soul to hate? [Verse 2] Maybe some of them were guilty, maybe some were innocent, but nobody deserves to be condemned by a furious crowd's intent. The enemy was gone, but another war remained: when revenge puts on the law, humanity becomes ashamed. [Bridge] There is no victory when dignity is lost. There is no justice without counting what it costs. Time may erase the names upon the streets, but memory keeps the scars beneath our feet. [Final Chorus] Shame is not inherited, guilt is not invented, justice without the truth is violence dressed as judgment. No cause is ever great enough to make a human life disposable. If we really want a world that's free, then dignity must belong to all. [Outro ā slow, emotional] The war is over... but hatred still remains. And history keeps asking... who was really set free?
