Silent Verdict Video (MV)

Whispers rise in hallowed halls, where shadows trace the law
A gavel strikes in silence loud, beneath a perfect flaw
They drape their words in velvet robes, as justice bows its head
The scales tipped softly by unseen hands, in rooms where truth is dead
Is the game already played?
Are we just actors on their stage?
They paint the bars with gold and call it freedom's song
But every rule is written for the weak to play along
The hands that hold the quill decide whose voice remains
While we are left to wonder why the ink still stains
Behind the veil of empty courts, the books collect their dust
Laws carved in stone for those who've never felt their trust
The weight of silence grows too loud, as chains are worn like crowns
The kingdom built on quiet fear will never make a sound
Is the verdict preordained?
Or is the truth too hard to claim?
They paint the bars with gold and call it freedom's song
But every rule is written for the weak to play along
The hands that hold the quill decide whose voice remains
While we are left to wonder why the ink still stains
A circle drawn so perfectly, no edge, no place to fall
Where tyranny wears reason's mask, and justice is too small
The puppets dance on hidden strings, with crowns of thorns in hand
While those who dare to question are buried in the sand
They paint the bars with gold and call it freedom's song
But every rule is written for the weak to play along
The hands that hold the quill decide whose voice remains
While we are left to wonder why the ink still stains
So we wait beneath the verdict's weight, where silence claims its due
In a world where laws are just a veil, and nothing ever true.