I 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?
Do I have to judge me?

(chorus)
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 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 if I could just rid the world of all the evil within
Would that include me?
W guess that would depend

Who am I?