I like to think that I'm just and fair
Approaching every problem with a sense of flare
I'm never predisposed to the whims of pique
Or toying with emotions
In some twisted game of “hide and seek”
I think that if you knew me you would say I'm kind
In a wicked sort of way as I'm sure you'd find
To the benefit of doubt I am generally inclined
Unless I feel that something real
Is lurking in your mind
I may throw you to the ground
I may spit right in your eye
I may set the dogs upon you
Let you bleed until you die
I may stab you in the back
Blow your hopes to smithereens
But I validate my reasons
For the end…justifies the means
I know my sensitivities are highly tuned
I am conscious of appearance
Debonair, well groomed
But never take for granted never dare a**ume
That my sociable exterior
Will save you from your doom
I may torture you to d**h
In such ways beyond obscene
By opening your stomach
And then showing you your spleen
I may throw you to the wolves
I may shatter all your dreams
But I act in the conviction that
The end…justifies the means
People do not know – leadership is cruel
Holding it together is a constant duel
Good and bad where the lines are blurred
Trust in your heart and commit that murder
Every step I take brings me closer to my goal
The power of life and d**h – the ultimate control
And it will be mine
Yes it will be mine
I may lock you in your cell
And destroy your self-esteem
But I sleep just like a baby
And despite how it may seem
My conscience it is clear
My guilt does not roam free
There's comfort in the notion that
The end…justifies the means
I may set the dogs upon you
Let you bleed until you die
I may stab you in the back
Blow your hopes to smithereens
But I validate my reasons
For the end…justifies the means