I see the pain
 I smell fear in your breath
 I feed on grief
 I get pleasure from sin

 You are the weak
 Your reality is me
 My presence is near to seal your fate

 Why we live blinded
 To end her fear, is to end your life

 Breaking the golden rule before you are dead
 Battered head makes better decisions

 I see your pain
 I smell fear in your breath
 I feed on grief
 I get pleasure from sin

 Why we live blinded
 To end her fear is to end your life