Monsters - The Infested

Monsters, they roam our streets

And they’re sniffing out, vulnerable meat

The naïve, they’re groomed and used

You prey on them, and then abuse

You drug them, intoxicate

And in their stupor, don’t hesitate

Brainwashed, to follow suit

No conscience, you’re bullet proof

You committed your crimes, you did some time

But now you’re walking up and down our streets free

You raped, murdered, attacked and molested

But it’s your victims that are sentenced with memories

Scarred for life, and mentally, the justice system let you off lightly

You’re the abuser, the self-satisfier, inverted hierarchy

The victims grieve, and carry the scare

Your terms reduced, with amnesty

You poor soul, we’re led to feel

What trauma led to your ordeal?

No deterrent, what have you to fear?

The consequences just aren’t severe

Wicked tormentors roaming on our streets, it’s wrong

A new identity to keep you safe, whilst your acid victims are stripped of their

face

Rehabilitation into society, child grooming monsters get a slap on the wrist

Time and time your self-satisfaction, outweighs your street-cred-like punishment

Prisons are full so you’re left to roam and hunt, time and time again