Barracuda

Let's say you're doing wrong but it's for the right reason

How to justify the act of being just

But is it just, or are you just now a demon

Turning to your hate as long as you're victorious

You fucking hypocrite, out your mouth you're spitting shit

The values born of youth are surely laid to rest

Now you submit ideas that make people go slit their wrists

Your empathy is lost but keep on banging on your chest

Think you're in the right? Justified to fight?

Go to war, watch 'em fall, show them all your might

Mind dead inside, love turned spite