Tell you what I want to, never more than what is safe,
I show you what I want to, and the rest I hide away,
Sometimes I can feel myself leaning towards the basest of things,
Am I just a liar, or a killer, or a beast?
Should I sit in judgement?
Would I have to judge me?
I couldn't tell you why good people suffer,
I couldn't tell you why the bad ones run free,
God showers blessings on the righteous and the wicked,
I only know that that covers...covers me.
Do I feel like screaming when the weak fall to the strong?
Would I trade my freedom for a cheap thrill, right for wrong?
And even if I could just rid the world of all the evil within, would that include me?
Well, I guess that would depend.
Should I sit in judgement?
Would I have to judge me?
I couldn't tell you why good people suffer,
I couldn't tell you why the bad ones run free,
God showers blessings on the righteous and the wicked,
I only know that that covers...covers me.
Who am I?
I couldn't tell you why good people suffer,
I couldn't tell you why the bad ones run free,
God showers blessings on the righteous and the wicked,
I only know that that covers...covers me.
