THEY'RE AROUND

I can feel all that anger running deep
Stepping back from your shadow as it creeps
Oh my eyes have gone bloodshot, I can't sleep
It is my intuition, warning me

Yet I also feel sorry
I feel sorry for the souls you've torn apart

I'm not one of the sanest
But I can see just where my strings are being pulled
Take one look for the sadists
They're around, they're around

I can see the dilation in your eyes
How could watching those suffering be your high?
Hope before we're all tired, old and sore
You will find that the devil's at your door

Yet I also feel sorry
I feel sorry for souls you've torn apart

I'm not one of the sanest
But I can see just where my strings are being pulled
Take one look for the sadists
They're around, they're around

I'm not one of the sanest
But I can see just where my strings are being pulled
Take one look for the sadists
They're around, they're around



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Beyer
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