The spot lights
Blowing high and low
The house on the hill
The crying of affairs
The facade hides the truth
The corridor of shadows whispering
The hurrying lackeys to bring news
For the power breeds many vipers
The house on the hill
Deadly in the night of silence
The black shadows move in pairs
Eyes of evil; tongues of snakes
The world can talk
The terrorists plunge into bits
The leader dead and gone
The little devils screaming blood
The house on the hill
The windy breezes carrying its laughter
Whirring arousing interests into the mind
The negative vibes bring its deadly pipes
The poison in the minds
The maze of 1001 lights
Luring the souls playing with words
The crying of affairs
The spot lights
Blowing high and low
The house on the hill
Crying for help to get her free
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