Poisoned Disorder

Allowed to roam the jaded path The devil walks down carefree With piece in hand Death dealer; no sorrow shown With a badge to uphold the law By any means The bullet that missed you today Struck someone else What lives were put up on the line? They're up on the shelf Men who still live on with pride Exist in a lie Serve and protect on a dime We're forced to comply To what? To death? Nine mm to your head On your knees Set to pray The only god left is lead Take the opposition Remove the power The imbalance will now begin to rot Their brand of justice? Poisoned disorder Now blown away by the onslaught