Feel the chills that rise above you Circumcised in modern oil Left behind with contradiction Evil resting in the soil
And pleases you with remedies You eat from a spoon Don't spy me tomorrow In a pitfall of sorrow I fall under the moon So spy me at noon
Territorial domination Seizing power reaps rewards Obsessed with lust (And) condemnation He has come to win the war
And frightens you with melodies They're singing in tune Don't spy me tomorrow In a pitfall of sorrow I fall under the moon So spy me at noon
Ah! Spy me at noon
Whoever gave him the licence to crush my heart Champagne and tuxedos right from the start Implying to trust him a sense of gold Then vanish and leave me in lumps of coal
Killing you with memories forgotten too soon Don't spy me tomorrow In a pitfall of sorrow I fall under the moon So spy me at noon
Right now I feel shaken not stirred This horrible news I just heard Too late, he spied me at eight He spied me at eight