The dealer on the street is just a pawn

Even the kingpin in his compound

Bullet wounds

Knife wounds

Mind wounds

The devil doesn’t make you do it

Yet is still behind it all

That is where it must be fought

The battle, the war

It is in the shadows

Wiretaps of the heart

Undercover agents of light

Surveillance of the soul’s night

The internal, hidden enemy

Is the true killer

The wooden horse 

Straw purchaser

Corrupt minister

Virus

The wolf in sheepdog’s clothing

All must be seen, detected, exposed

All must be finished

All must be destroyed