A corrupt administration Filled with such determination As it rings through the nation As the master of the courtroom When you're facing against your doom It's your money I'll take soon With those sins that you've committed If you pay you'll be acquitted And your crimes all permitted Only ones with cash do well Well at least in hell Your appearance and your chatter, why would any of that matter It's your money I'm after Don't you go and call me greedy, I'm just helping out the needy What would you do without me? In the end you all should know Your life depends on me If you want salvation then You better pay the fee So it seems that your ill fate is At the hands of my decision Now that I have my corrupted judgment And if you seek out to free Yourself from all your accusations Pay up the price for your life Give all your money to me As of now I play a father To a paraplegic daughter It's my duty to watch her The sevens sins united, They are no longer divided My wish now decided In the courtroom, doubt is casted, spelling out your doom Villains laughing, days are passing, People's cries resume So it seems that your ill fate is At the hands of my decision Now that I have my corrupted judgment And if I want my plan to go through With nothing but precision Swing, yes I must, with my hammer Of unjust for you
At the trial of a killer There is really no clear winner Surely he is a goner As a bribe is given to me I can see it oh so clearly This man is not guilty
Now the outcome was surprising and the people all despised him His death from uprising In the end my sins revealed And my fate is sealed My future seemed unlikely As the flames kept burning brightly With my daughter beside me I am nothing but a sinner But a saint when I am with her My love for her lingers Slowly as the flames consume the Place I call my home Here is where you'll find our lifeless Bodies all alone When I woke up to my senses I had no clue what this place was All I could see was darkness With the doors of heaven and Hell barred There is no other but the guard Master of the Hellish Yard With those sins that you've committed If you pay you'll be acquitted And your crimes all permitted Only ones with cash do well Well at least in hell As I smile so politely And embrace the Master tightly I whisper so softly \" I won't give my fortune to the likes of you and there's nothing you can do about it. \" Through the door my freedom lies I leave without farewell While I'm walking, I start falling To the depths of hell So it seems that your ill fate is At the hands of my decision Now that I have my corrupted judgment I will not let my fate fall into another person's ruling My sins will be judged by no one else but me
And someday I promise I'll return Again for my collection Fragments of sin, will become mine in the end By then, all of hell will change and Form into a brand new design A sweet paradise suited best For my daughter and I