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The demon sits in his room
Watching the digital world
Images passing through
To the spaces in between

Data is pushed down the wire
As it fuels his twisted mind
And others who hide in the shadows
Are drawn to the evil that binds

They won’t be what we want them to be
They can’t see what we want them to see
They won’t walk from the dark to the sun
And the endless pain of victims left undone

Soon the sirens are heard
A newspaper hiding his face
You think the threat is long gone now
Till somebody takes his place

Hunting the souls and the young
The damage just grows and grows
The scars will last for a lifetime
Passed on by a father who knows

They won’t be what we want them to be
They can’t see what we want them to see
They won’t walk from the dark to the sun
And the endless pain of victims left undone

They won’t be what we want them to be
They can’t see what we want them to see
They won’t walk from the dark to the sun
And the endless pain of victims left undone

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