Those who seek to rectify
The mistake of the world
They arbitrate order
And exact justice
Artificial, the change is swift
Truth, your purity is now tainted
By cherry-picking, and fantasy
Caution
Is the game we play to suit our needs
Righteous fury
Is the end to justify the means
Because the "means" mean nothing at all
They're just another tool to make this world fit
The empty scene is now gone
A crowd of millions has made it home
All subjected to the will
Of a canvas, drenched in red
Bask in the light