There's something going on
almost as bad as death
It catches everyone,
no remorse, no regret
It's something in his eyes
that infects everyone,
and I can't stand the pain

He whispers from the shade:
"Can you resist me know?"
His eyes cut me like a blade
it makes me feel his power
It's something in his walk -
says, he will take no defeat,
and I can't stand the heat

He makes our feelings strong
he feeds on love and hate and fear
he makes us loose what's right or wrong
If I could move along
If I could run away from here
If I could make him disappear

But I can't stop him, no
He spreads now like a disease
He got me in his grip
And I can feel no ease
The feeling's strangely nice
I'm starting to give in
I think that he will win

...

He makes our feelings strong
he feeds on love and hate and fear
he makes us loose what's right or wrong
If I could move along
If I could run away from here
If I could make him disappear

He makes our feelings strong
he feeds on love and hate and fear
he makes us loose what's right or wrong
If I could move along
If I could run away from here
If I could make him disappear

But I can't stop him, no
He spreads now like a disease
He got me in his grip
And I can feel no ease
The feeling's strangely nice
I'm starting to give in
I think that he will win