The Source

I will show you things Wonderful, terrible things I have nothing to say to you No words left that sound true Your morals are your demise I don't need permission to fuck with your mind I won't listen to you anymore The useless babble of a used-up whore Another world waits under the stairs Beyond all the lies you tell in your prayers (Can you see what I see?) (Can you hear what I hear?) Can you see what I see? Can you hear what I hear? Visions of destruction, the sound of fear The source of my evil is inside of you, dear (Can you see what I see?) (Can you hear what I hear?) Can you see what I see? Can you hear what I hear? Visions of destruction, the sound of fear The source of my evil is inside of you, dear I will show you things Wonderful, terrible things The blood stains black on your red hands Speaking in words you don't understand Cutting yourself to pass the time Pretending that the monsters are all in your mind No method to control your fear Why should you hide if I'm already here No exit, no escape It's not just your precious soul that I'll take Can you see what I see? Can you hear what I hear? Visions of destruction, the sound of fear The source of my evil is inside of you, dear Can you see what I see? Can you hear what I hear? (Can you see what I see?) (Can you hear what I hear?) I will show you things Wonderful, terrible things But he does not sleep Forever vigilant against the beast