Bang Bang or so we hear
Noises that disturb our senses
In the night of the unknown
Where detectives find their cases.
Spitting out the red secretion
From inside the human body
For the riddles have solutions
As the murders have their trials.
The 11th Street of the unknown
Is where his body is now resting
No one knows and no one cares
For the life that has been wasted.
Truth is veiled behind denial
Lies arise from the thin air
For someone sinned and killed a soul
Thinking that it was all fair.
Justice proves the world again
How someone can distress
And get punished for what they’ve done
If they decide not to confess.
So call me an idiot for thinking
That the world is just a game
Where justice takes control
And living hell it’s on its way.
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