Your works can't stand up
To the light of day
With all those foul games you play
You hide in the shadows
And pull our life strings
Just because you are not seen
Doesn't mean you're exempt from anything
Hear me now I thought maybe it was just me
But it seems you have become addicted
To piling up human debris
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