He is the evil that sees what i see

watching my life unfold

whispering on my shoulder

guiding my hand

pulling my string

leading me to what’s next

He watches my foolish mistakes

and takes over

he’s at his own volition

and i become the watcher

The chill he runs down my neck is like no other

grasping my neck

and holding up a knife

whispering on my shoulder

guiding my hand

pulling up the string

leading me to the end.