[Verse] In the shadows, there he lurks Editor of darkness, Raven's smirks (smirks) With pen in hand, he weaves his tale A sinister symphony, haunting whispers prevail (oh-oh-oh) [Chorus] Raven's words, they cut like a knife (cut like a knife) His ink stains the pages, a glimpse into the strife (into the strife) Beware the editor, with eyes so cold (eyes so cold) For his words can unravel secrets untold (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Behind his huge desk Sits editor Raven Goat Digest's most manifest Multi-media maven Eking out the silver Eking out the goats Squeaking out the deadlines In a rush to build some boats