standing with a blood soaked sword in hand
the mask we all wear
its like living with riches and sugar
deciphering between sugar and cocain
like sleeping with angels or demons
a villian or hero
mercy
or
justice
which is like mixing fire with oil
smoke and blood
no justice for those who are victoms
if justice should knock then
stand a guard
i am a hero to those who fix their eyes
on justice with the paradox of being vengence
like multiplying rats eating on an executed life
who screams vengeance
a villian to those who are sworn to protect us but never
drink wine but blood from the cup of life
mistanding fortune and justice's unstable arm
i am cast both villian and hero
either your sugar or cocain