A nice old lady sits on her chair
She looks so peaceful with her streaked white hair
Her family is gone, her husband has died

All this loneliness brings out her darkside
She's the crotchety old bag that everyone knew
When you played as a kid she'd yell names at you

If you went by her house she would call the cops
You hated her so much, you hoped she would drop


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Oh -- it's in your brain
Oh -- you feel the pain


Now that you're older a bit more mature
You understand now that no one is so pure

A little bit of evil inside any of us
In some it's noticeable and actually a must
Others you must search deep within their souls

But with a little bit of prodding you bring out that troll
It overflows goodside and corrupts you and me


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Trials and tribulations, we all go through them
Sometimes they end up in death
The good and evil fighting for the top

When will we ever be free
Torment -- torture
The ongoing force to be seen

Penance -- for whom
The only way to know is who wins


There is one other darkside that everyone can notice
It's ever present and very hard to stop it
The threat of destruction by one man's hand

The instant annihilation of all man
Yes, you guessed it, it's the big boom
If it ever goes off the world will be our tomb

So we live our lives day by day
Hoping that the reaper will never ask us to pay