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.