How we produce it, nobody knows,
And everywhere we look, there it goes.
Trailing behind us like a crook,
Everywhere it goes is where we look.

Halos might make us look like angels,
Arched horns will make the devil in us propel.
Though we do not look so bad,
Everyone who knows us is trapped.

Hailing from the wrong side of town,
Anger is what's up, love is what's down.
Tastes of bitterness and jealousy,
Excites the ideas of our prophecies.

Hurt and deceit are the treasures of our evil,
Assassinating places, things and people.
Tragedies occur and what can we do?
Enraged emotions are worthless to me and you.