Servitude, bow to the crest,
The enforcers hold their knives,
Standing in line above the rest,
An unmoiving line of death's scythes

We are the order, bow low,
Hands on head, legs apart,
Resist, and be smote by a hard blow
Of the knife within your heart

We are the law, do as we say,
Terrorist scumbags and thieves
We'll hunt you down by night and day,
And no tricks you possess, up your sleeves

Will stop us from our duty to serve
The masters in the high-rise tower,
To stand against and live, requires nerve,
But even so, you will not best our power

Privacy denied, your lives are a book
For us to scribe, your deviance,
At your disgraced heads, people will look,
Forever you shall bear, society's grievance

So betray the people if you dare,
But there is no hope in a prison cell,
Serve us, and enjoy a gift so rare
Peace and wealth, use it well...