The Unchosen One

This is a story about greed

Finding a person no one needs

She's a shell

You can call her the cousin from Hell

Started the day our grandma died

Honoured her standing side by side

Who could know

That all of the time she was playing a role of a lady

in grief

I always thought she was a saint. Things ain't the same

in daylight as IN THE NIGHT

I always thought she was a friend. Things ain't what

they appear

At funeral day she brought her clan

People that didn't care at all

They were there

Just to see if there were any threats

After the ceremony, they left

Convinced that the things they've done may rest

They were wrong

The old woman had something to show them that's shaken

their souls

I always thought she was a saint. Things ain't the same

in daylight as IN THE NIGHT

I always thought she was a friend. Things ain't what

they appear

Where have you got your greed from? Our side of the

family, no way!

Surely from someone we all know.

I think when this case is over, if you win or lose

doesn't matter

I hope you'll be conscious of one's guilt

I always thought she was a saint. Things ain't the same

in daylight as IN THE NIGHT

I always thought she was a friend. Things ain't what

they appear

I always thought she was a saint. IN THE NIGHT the

shadows will disappear

I always thought she was a friend. Things ain't what

they appear

Shame on you IN THE NIGHT, bitch!