Justice Over Sympathy

You sit in your lounge with your ethical grace, preaching sanctity safe in your privileged

space. No one is evil, no, no,

they're just sick. We must heal the soul of the lunatic. You value the

breath of the wolf at the door 'cause you're not the one bleeding

out on the floor. Oh, oh. The inviolable spark,

isn't it sweet? Let's give a hug to the butcher down the street.

Every life matters, every soul is a prize, tell that to the victims with

fear in their eyes. Some trash is just trash, toss it into