Profiler ll

Investigation is no one to protect,
The process now some mocking advertisement.
In ideal welfare state do you believe in fate?

Million symbols cross the line.
Choose your religion to get high.
Try to bleach my walls with pain...

Up spires tall, official hall,
Running on the edge the court of law
Cold the night - and you resist,
I'll read your rights,
I am your priest.

The secretery gave me the file,
She highlighted those victim's eyes.
Try to throw this out of me...

The prosecutor with stitched lips,
the presumption of innocence makes me sick.
And in the last day of the glamour bribed court
I'll wash my hands off your blood.

Up spires tall, official hall,
Running on the edge the court of law
Cold the night - and you resist,
I'll read your rights,
I am your priest.

The sentinel of truth must watch the gate.
In his hands the sword, and the bell.
A vision come, no time to prepare
I'm taking you on a trip to hell.

Up spires tall, official hall,
Running on the edge the court of law
Cold the night - and you resist,
I'll read your rights,
I am your priest.