[bad word] administration
Filled with such determination
As it rings through the nation
As the master of the courtroom
When you're facing against your doom
It's your money I'll take soon
​
With those sins that [bad word] 
If you pay you'll be acquitted
And your crimes all permitted
Only ones with cash do well
Well at least in [bad word] 
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Your appearance and your chatter,
why would any of that matter
It's your money I'm after
Don't you go and call me greedy,
I'm just helping out the needy
What would you do without me?
​
In the end you all should know
Your life depends on me
If you want salvation then
You better pay the fee
​
So it seems that your ill fate is
At the hands of my decision
Now that I have my [bad word] judgment
And if you seek out to free
Yourself from all your accusations
Pay up the price for your life
Give all your money to me
​
As of now I play a father
To a paraplegic daughter
It's my duty to watch her
The sevens sins united,
They are no longer divided
My wish now decided  
​
In the courtroom, doubt is casted,
spelling out your doom
Villains laughing, days are passing,
People's cries resume
​
So it seems that your ill fate is
At the hands of my decision
Now that I have my [bad word] judgment
And if I want my plan to go through
With nothing but precision
Swing, yes I must, with my hammer
Of unjust for you
 
At the trial of a killer 
There is really no clear winner
Surely he is a goner
As a bribe is given to me
I can see it oh so clearly
This man is not guilty

Now the [bad word] was surprising
and the people all despised him
His death from uprising
In the end my sins revealed
And my fate is sealed
​
My future seemed unlikely
As the flames kept burning brightly
With my daughter beside me
I am nothing but a sinner
But a saint when I am with her
My love for her lingers
​
Slowly as the flames consume the
Place I call my home 
Here is where you'll find our lifeless
Bodies all alone
​
When I woke up to my senses
I had no clue what this place was
All I could see was darkness
With the doors of heaven and [bad word] barred
There is no other but the guard
Master of the Hellish Yard
​
With those sins that [bad word] 
If you pay you'll be acquitted
And your crimes all permitted
Only ones with cash do well
Well at least in [bad word] 
​
As I smile so politely
And embrace the Master tightly
I whisper so softly
" I won't give my fortune to the likes of you
  and there's nothing you can do about it. "
​
Through the door my freedom lies
I leave without farewell
While I'm walking, I start falling
To the depths of [bad word] 
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So it seems that your ill fate is
At the hands of my decision
Now that I have my [bad word] judgment
I will not let my fate fall into another [bad word] 
My sins will be judged by no one else but me

And someday I promise I'll return
Again for my collection
Fragments of sin, will [bad word] mine in the end
By then, all of [bad word] will change and
Form into a brand new design
sweet paradise suited best
For my daughter and I