Desperate times mean
quick decisions
Jumping in head first
Some sell poisons to the dying
Take them for their worth
Trusted those people
Took their bait
See no evil
Its too late
They didn’t have to lure me in
They slaughter in daylight
I cried out for help from the law
They said there’s nothing to hide
Faceless villain
Captured spoils
Justice buried
Deep in soil
They write on paper
between the lines
Cut me with scissors bleed me dry
Bury me in stone bury me alive
I did not know their game was…
Doubt myself and second guess
For judgement might be heavy
Their weapons fear and
blinding mist
On forfeit they are betting
Hook or crook
Game of chance
Throw the book
Free my hands
They write on paper
between the lines
Cut me with scissors bleed me dry
Bury me in stone bury me alive
I did not know their game was crime
Callus crime cold hearted vision
Devastating sport
Action time affirm your crime
Invisible villain lives for court
Violation shrewdly hidden
Where law us [sic] obsolete
Money decides where criminals hide
Moneys a game and hoods
will cheat.