What right do you have to sting another
And direct the venom where it will kill
What right do you have to steal a life
and drown it in a lake somewhere
What right do you have to cut the throat
Then justify the painful slice
What right do you have to misery
When creating it comes that easily
What right do you have to opening
A mouth darkened by your frequent bite
What right do you have to turn rose to blue
And make the world a simpering mess
What right do you have to live lies
And with cold eyes make them real
What right do you have to turn to stone
Because movement threatens even you
What right do you have to talk softly
About that which you know nothing
What right do you have to trick the mind
And soften its resistant force
What right do you have to loving me
When loving isn't definite