Haunted

The things to come
We called it an unholy crusade
Busy crossing lines to uncover disguises
For the ones who get away

Digging up bones
To prosecute the uninvited
Sent our condolences for the heroes
Who ventured in alone

It didn't seem to matter
When we were like a pair of thieves
Shackled Dillinger's remained
Bullets for each of us

Treaties were signed
But the cost weighed the most
Some were ravaged, others were burned
The people I called my own

Divided was our dances
Chasing monsters who dress in black
Our victories mattered so little
They were left behind

The world we won
Discarded badges in a row
Authoritarian vessels of self loathing
What a deceitful life