Yes I held the truncheon and the gun,

Yes I was an enforcer,

A berserker to some,

A Champion to others,

Villain and pig to my own family.

No I was not prideful,

No I was not clean,

My hands all bathed dark crimson,

My conscience kept seeping in,

Do fear and respect coincide?

Maybe I was reckless,

Maybe I was naive,

A call of duty haunts me,

A siren's seething screech, 

Beyond which I daren't look back.