Wicked Justice

She’s the kind of girl who’s flattered by wicked justice,
And she’ll reach for Infinity at the tip of a smokey gun.
But Infinity is leaving. He’s packing his bags and soon he’ll be gone.
All the wisdom in the world is knocking at her doorstep.
That shadowy figure, whom the World would never accept,
Is not infinity at all, only his rust is.

Please don’t come to me when your ideas are scattered across the floor.
I can’t help you. I don’t know where the pieces have fallen.
I shouldn’t have to feel guilty when I see you on the floor, crawlin’
You give me this look, and I can’t deny it’s bona fide truth.
But it’s too late. I left my dignity at the ticket booth.
The only thing keeping you going, doesn’t even exist anymore.

The answers I’m looking for can’t be disrupted by phony judgements.
Or mishandled by it’s wielder’s thoughts.
For the power and the glory just tease and taunt.
My chronicles, or pages, or whatever I am calling it,
Is a wild boar, and there’s no hope in stalling it.
Cos’ this ‘R’ in my window is just another one of Insanity’s movements.

We cannot so easily forget the principles that destroyed our previous morals.
Or put pride in the dealers hand.
Because those dolls won’t stand
Without guidance from some greater laws.
The only thing we will ever steal, will be from Cerberus’ cold, dead paws.
That being said, our greatest prize would solve none of these quarrels.