A number, a uniform, and anonymityRank,
a gun, and vague authorityYesterday's victim,
today's armed bullySadistic revenge against societyBanality
of EvilNo fucking excuseCommit your vile atrocitiesWhen
your crimes are exposed for all to seeYou utter some
shit about evil's banalityDoing your job,
doing your dutyUniformed thugs with power,
obsessedtry to pass the buck for your excessacted under
orders, under duressyou loved every moment,
why don't you confessThose were days of glory,
your finest hourRevelling in your newfound powerBut
your taste of domination shall soon turn sourThe past
catches up with every hour