bad magic is what surrounds
 dont go away
 far behind or
 you may miss somthing divine
 bad magic isn't all it seems
 it is a Liar
 merely there to decive
 i reach out for you
 only to Lose grips with my mind
 i can't come to grips with what is real
 for i only know what is sureal
 in the distance i hear
 your fainted wimery voice
 from far behind cryin bad magic
 somthing divine
 inner spirt is crushed
 i hate you in a lovely way
 i need you but im repulsed
 by your scent of horrid deeds
 so i fall behind i crumble
 i am no more
 i hate you
 hate you all