A number, a uniform, and anonymity

Rank, a gun, and vague authority

Yesterday's victim, today's armed bully

Sadistic revenge against society



Banality of Evil

No fucking excuse



Commit your vile atrocities

When your crimes are exposed for all to see

You utter some shit about evil's banality

Doing your job, doing your duty



Uniformed thugs with power, obsessed

try to pass the buck for your excess

acted under orders, under duress

you loved every moment, why don't you confess



Those were days of glory, your finest hour

Revelling in your newfound power

But your taste of domination shall soon turn sour

The past catches up with every hour