Come home to hell

Temptation is a wicked thing,

It whispers to the idle mind

Alluring voices and sweet thoughts

That makes one look the other way.

And the bait is taken,

The fishing string pulls,

And everything unravels,

Carefully built houses fall...

It could be food,

Or power,

Or money,

Or love.

So don't open 

that door, which

Once opened

will never shut again

And the voices will call

Through the hole in the wall

And you will never unhear it

Because Temptation is a wicked thing