Evil

Coming home late at night
You slur your words, you pick a fight
You understood it isn't right
To force yourself to stay and die
And she said
When you find yourself alone
Oh, all alone
All alone
Fuck

Don't go far
Don't answer the phone
You should fear the many ghosts
That haunt this home

Don't it feel like fucking shit
Being lied to your face
Every fucking day

Your agitation to care
Is getting on my nerves
Beyond repair

Yeah you must be dull
Or apprehended

He's drunk again, he's on the couch
Why'd let him in, you threw him out
She said I feel bad, he's got nowhere else
I said
This Fucker's dead
Die

Don't go far
Don't answer the phone
I am one of many ghosts that haunt this home

Don't it feel like fucking shit
Being lied to your face
Every fucking day

Your agitation to care
Is getting on my nerves
Beyond repair

Yeah you must be dull
Or apprehended
Or evil



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Writer(s): Syonn Syked
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