feel the chills that rise above you

circumsised hermogenised

Left behind with contradiction

even resting in the soil



and pleases you with remodies

you eat from a spoon

to spy me tomorrow

in a pitfall of sorrow

fall under the moon

so spy me at noon



ten tall with domination

seasoned pout reaps rewards

obsesed with lust

condemnation

he has come to win the war



and frightens you with melodies

their singing in tune

to spy me tomorrow

a pitfall of sorrow

fall under the moon

so spy me at noon



spy me at noon



who ever gave him the licence to crush my heart

champagne and tuxedos right from the start

in blind we trust in the sence of goal

then vanished and leave me with lumops of coal



killing you the memories forgotton to soon

to spy me tomorrow

in a pitfall of sorrow

fall under the moon

so spy me at noon



right now I feel saken not stirred

this horrible news I just heard

too late, he spied me at eight

she spied me at eight