i tell you what i want tonever more than what is safei show you what i want toand the rest i hide awaytowards the basest of thingssometimes i can feel myself leaningam i just a liar? or a killer? or a beast?should i sit in judgement?do i have to judge me?(chorus)i couldn't tell you why good people sufferi couldn't tell you why the bad ones run free
God showers blessingson the righteous and the wickedi only know that that covers medo i feel like screamingwhen the weak fall to the strong?would i trade my freedom for a cheap thrill?right for wrong?and if i could just rid the world of all the evil withinwould that include me?i guess that would dependwho am i?