Whisper, whisper in the dark
Poison arrows hit their mark
Shredding me up inside
Soul debris in constant collide
The chance to know starts to entice
Thirst for knowledge, such a vice
That slippery gray truth it will
My soul and sanity slowly kill
Like an addicted cat I want to know
That thing that taunts my eyes to and fro
Don’t tempt me, damn curiosity
The end to this torture I cannot see
It’s pure masochism, I suppose
This desire for a truth that nobody knows
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