Something is lurking inside of you
it goes by the name of fear,
that evil you know is wrong to do
yet always the thought is near.

Oh that sweet scent of vengeance,
I’ve heard that it’s Gods alone,
but if you believe he's no where around
I guess then your on your own.

Engaging in fantasies are we?
So easy they are to employ,
Isn't the thought of it hideous?
There are evils we actually enjoy.

Something is always lurking
it seems to be in our blood,
it's been that way since that day
we all evolved from mud.

Lurking inside where it's safe to hide
Matters not a woman or man,
all that I need is a spot that will bleed
you see your part, of my plan.