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Evil


I've got to feel it, feel it.
Don't want to believe it, leave it.
Don't want to feel so alone.
And what I have done, become.
All that I've undone rerun.
Nauseous, replay, undertone.
I've got to feel it:
I've got to know that I have not been living my life so wrong.
And we still haven't found a comfortable common ground.
But I do not feel I must just belong.

Something's gotta give and I hope that it ain't me.
Because I've got to admit life is shit.
But I just can't quit. I've got to deal with reality.

And now I come back crawling.
Watched all my brothers falling.
You seem to refute all I've tried.
Thoughts become an endless chatter.
What becomes of empty matter?
What if my thoughts were somehow unified?
I've got to be there. I can't stay here: it's nowhere.
Couldn't be much farther from the truth.
But you're just one of those people that make me feel so god damn evil.
I won't be trampled on by you.

Something's gotta give and I hope that it ain't me.
Because I've got to admit life is shit.
But I just can't quit. I've got to deal with reality.

After the change has ceased, have I shed my inner peace?
And will I ever happen upon it again?
Twisted thoughts and tortured spine.
I can't say that my own thoughts were mine
but I guess it's just the way things had to end.
I've got to fear it.
I've got to run on empty.
Got to push on till I make it through.
And once you're left behind me,
results crop up so timely.
I'll hold my own thoughts as the truth.

Something's gotta give and I hope that it ain't me.
Because I've got to admit life is shit.
But I just can't quit. I've got to deal with reality.

Evil