The Price of Conviction

A system made to feed itself on justice needs unjust And it must grow to look for it, or that machine will rust To twist a loose screw, tightens it but tight screws come undone More evil's from justice than did ever come from fun. Stunt a Rose's growth and it will twist more, grow more thorns Than it may be punished for it's break from social norms But do not mourn for it for rose oil brightly gleams And we always need more oil for our big justice machine