Saving the sinner,

Killing the poor,

You’re painted as evil,

So why should you deplore?

No matter where you go

There’s always one in charge.

The world won’t change, you know,

Despite consistent discharge.

Now would you rather stand there fearful,

controlled by a thread?

Or would you rather ready your sword,

Even if you’ll end up dead?

That choice is yours,

No one can force.

It’s just your state of mind.

Whatever you choose,

Someone will lose.

It’s just human kind.

Funny how you stand and say you’d fight until the end.

But when they call, you slam the door, no longer will defend.