In the heart of men are creeping demons
Tame them if you can or they burn you down
In the mirage of one's thought they build their nest
And sooner they take your heart.
The flesh suffer pain, the heart swell with evil
The surge build up and the demon is made alive
With it sickle it cuts every skin till you bleed
At the site of one's growth, you bleed the more
Its screams keeps you awake
In the dark it lurks after you
Looking for a friend to possess
And make a slave
Jealousy has rose, fiercely it cries in the cities
Guard your heart lest you be a victim
And be an enemy of a growing estate.