See the blood in your hands
From the wicked life you've judged
Look at me straight in the eye and
Tell me, "Justice has been served."
Look at the despair in their eyes
Those who could do nothing but cower
From the punishment of their vice
They can't be buried any lower
With their rights you forsook
Comfort will just bring apprehension
So now, all you can do is look
Holding your gun of good intentions
Knowing all their strife’s
Is there really no other way?
Stained with a macabre life
Whose breath didn't last the next day?
From the wicked life you've judged
Look at me straight in the eye and
Tell me, "Justice has been served."
Look at the despair in their eyes
Those who could do nothing but cower
From the punishment of their vice
They can't be buried any lower
With their rights you forsook
Comfort will just bring apprehension
So now, all you can do is look
Holding your gun of good intentions
Knowing all their strife’s
Is there really no other way?
Stained with a macabre life
Whose breath didn't last the next day?