The joy of plundering all the loot
The joy of stealing the treasure
The city will be ruled under my one boot,
my power impossible to measure
This side is pure evil and I must confess,
I am good at it most of the time
And I am constantly striving to impress
the masterminds of crime
No doubt my friend will be protected,
but at what expense?
Will her mind be eternally infected?
Will she lose her good sense?
Yet day after day I find it's hard
to turn away a steal
And even though I am forever scarred,
it's not to late for her to heal
Though I know what I do is wrong,
I see I can't give up the habit
My days are short, the nights so long
in this mind that I inhabit