There are tracks on my arms,
There are tracks between my toes,
and some may be seen between slender fingers.
You see those odd little tracks on the outside,
was only the first footstep.
The rest are beneath the skin,
and have worked their way throughout all of my veins.
The footsteps of an evil unseen to the naked eye has touched my blood.
I may not see all of the footsteps,
but I'll always see the first one,
and I'll never be able to forget.