Justice isn't doing the right thing.
It's just about balancing the scale,
Between right and wrong.
He killed a man,
You know what to do.
Chamber to his head click click boom.
The scale must always be,
In a mutual state.
Who ever touches the scale will meet their fate.
Eye for an eye,
Who can argue with that.
Strike for strike, kill for kill, prepare to receive your bill.
You owe us many of things,
An arm, a leg, a wife, three fingers,
And everything else you took away.
If your life doesn't pay the toll.
We will simply carry the ones,
And take them from those who you love.
This is blind justice,
For how can it care.
It is a scale,
Libra is always fair.