In big cities, late at night, under elevated trains
You only see my vague outline and squinty eyes
In the shadows, I seek tempation
walking thin lines, I shake the devil's hand
I even make small talk and flirt with his wife
In the shadows, I seek temptation
Red velvet outlines call my name
From within, I turn and look, and look again
In the shadows, I seek temptation
You only recognize me as me when I am at my lowest
No face, dirty magazines, my messy hand
I am the Creeper but you might as well call me
the Seeker
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