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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 time she was playing a role of a lady in grief

Always thought she was a saint

Things ain't the same in daylight as IN THE NIGHT

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

Always thought she was a saint

Things ain't the same in daylight as IN THE NIGHT

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

Always thought she was a saint

Things ain't the same in daylight as IN THE NIGHT

Always thought she was a friend

Things ain't what they appear

Shame on you IN THE NIGHT, bitch!