If we can name it so

The justice that we get is never fair,

nor is the burden that we’ve been bestowed,

there is no reason anyone would care

which way we have to go, by ramp or stair,

to reach the point of setting down our load;

the justice that we get is never fair.

No one who suffers ever has a prayer 

of momentary rest, there’s no safe code,

there is no reason anyone would care.

We can’t expect, and so we may not dare,

to reach the place where nothing could explode:

The justice that we get is never fair,

it cannot be: So long as we breathe air,

or have this filthy planet as abode,

there is no reason anyone would care.

We know there is no option, anywhere

we look, we can’t reach what we’re owed.

The justice that we get is never fair,

there is no reason anyone would care.