And so he can be seen here.
Such a master of his craft.
He's never far always near,
Mouth spread wide with his evil laugh
Only has a mischief heart.
Gleams the devil in his eye,
Causing tragic in his art.
We are his pray you and I.
You've seen him before dreams maybe
Or maybe ,even lurking behind the corner.
Oh yes you might think me crazy,
It is you who's the owner.
Watch, he who fulfill these deeds
Who is he the one they call greed.
