Evil - 8 Graves

I’m evil

I’m not like other people

I’m

Do my worst

Shoot the moon.

Stab the sun

Got a curse

On the tip of my tongue

You go first

And I swear that I’ll jump

Born to kill

Tiny slice of the throat

A new pill

Or the poison you know

Let it spill

And I swear that I’ll go

I feel just fine when the chill runs down my spine

I love the pins and needles

They fall apart when they’re lonely in the dark

But I’m not like other people

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m not like other people

I’m evil

Got a gift

Got a ball and a chain

Iron fist

Didn’t rust in the rain

Make a list

And I swear I’ll explain

I feel just fine when the chill runs down my spine

I love the pins and needles

They fall apart when they’re lonely in the dark

But I’m not like other people

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m not like other people

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m not like other people

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m evil

I’m not like other people

I’m evil