Feel the chills that rise above you Circumcised in modern oil Left behind with contradiction Evil resting in the soil And pleases you with remedies You eat from a spoon Don't spy me tomorrow In a pitfall of sorrow I fall under the moon So spy me at noon Territorial domination Seizing power reaps rewards Obsessed with lust And condemnation He has come to win the war And frightens you with melodies They're singing in tune Don't spy me tomorrow In a pitfall of sorrow I fall under the moon So spy me at noon Spy me at noon Whoever gave him the licence to crush my heart Champagne and tuxedos right from the start Implying to trust him a sense of gold Then vanish and leave me in lumps of coal k**ing you with memories forgotten too soon Don't spy me tomorrow In a pitfall of sorrow I fall under the moon So spy me at noon Right now I feel shaken not stirred This horrible news I just heard too late He spied me at eight He spied me at eight