Evil that worksin a misterious way
Good that helps you smile everyday
Looking in the eyes of satans figure
Are you proud of what you see in the mirror
Does what you see have a heart
Was your last decision smart
Taken from this worldwith ease
Sample taste just another tease
Norman beach stained in blood
Left for dead face down in mud
Stress shows in my voice
Always forced to make a choice
Understand between right and wrong
Die off weak or live strong
A future begins to unfold
Live on young die off old
Fiends slither across dimes
Buried alive in ancient times
Born to walk on the ocean
A story with no emotion
A thoughtless unsure reaction
Another one of life's disstraction
Go back and change if I could
seperate what is evil and good
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