Every move you make
Every little thing you say
I see straight through your lies

And all of your mistakes
All of your mistakes
All the lies you say

I see your evil heart
I feel your chilling hate
I fear your evil presence and
Your wicked, wicked ways
Your wicked, wicked ways

No mourning, no crying
Only death and pain
The old order of
Things passed away
All of your mistakes
All the lies you say

I see your evil heart
I feel your chilling hate
I fear your evil presence and
Your wicked, wicked ways
Your wicked, wicked ways