There's a twisted old man inside of you
Lurking therein, a rotten cunt too
The raped child inside, so easily you find
To your inner pedophile priest you're blind
You dream of the freedom fighter you might be
Denying your baby-killing mercenary
Torturer, turncoat, prisoner of conscience
They all might have your name
If you'd been Gandhi, you'd have lived his life
As Hitler, you'd have done the same
The book of life is open
Grab your quill, pre-written it ain't
But the path of least resistance
is trod by demon and saint
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