I Spy
I spy with my little eye, something truly evil inside.
It lives in the body of every man, lurking, waiting to play out its plan.
It wears the color of tar, turning your world black.
If you let it get too far, you may never come back.
Nothing can help you once you're gone, your life will no longer be
one of song.
Don't worry, you can join me.
Let it take over, and then you will see.
Once you let it crawl through your veins, nothing shall stop your
cruel aim.
If you let it win, your life will be one of sin.
I spy with my little eye, the dark cloud that causes pain, spitting
out its acid rain.
So on your wild journey, watch your side, because in the shadows
is where it likes to hide.
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