Types of Evil - Nowhere

When I crossed off the cross, I uncrossed my fingers

I was only lying to myself like lying on a bed of nails with the weight upon my

chest from all my forbidden failures

It was the pressure of my priors weighing down on my priorities

I wanted to dream bigger than the bigotry that surrounded me, but when I sleep

I find no ease until I think of my tomb and how I’d rather be there than be

here with you

Living in the fear of god or dying in the news

Between the church and the media, we’re bound to be abused by one of the two

types of evil

And I’ll hang myself from the radio towers

And steeples as a symbol of generation death because we the people don’t give a

shit about what’s best as long as it appears like we do

Everybody’s losing sight and I’m just losing sleep

Feeling out of step with counting the black sheep

This world and me are both awful and off sync

Nocturnal, not breathing, graveyard breach

And as a ghost, I watch people twitch as the gears twist

Between their ears as they face what their fear is

Close your eyes, we know that’s how you’re trained

Having the choice is the difference between the darkness and the shade the

universe gets the blame

That’s okay, because this life is a game of give up and take away

What goes around comes around in a noose that’s homemade and sometimes a rope

break is the toll that it takes to learn

That there’s more than one way to do everything

And that sin is only washable in a faith that’s completely optional so I’ll

bleach all the skeletons that I have by the closetful

And if the world is so colorful

Why do we skew our optical into a black and white state of mind of wrong or

right

It’s always both

It’s always the types of evil and it’s always me

It’s in my pupils, devilishly

The lesser evil, but not seemingly

You see Satan, but I see more wicked things

Inside your realities

Gouging your own eyes out with a crucifix

It won’t fix the facts that you saw the sin as you committed

You exploited your own innocence and it left you blind as a mole and empty as a

mold of a man who exchanged a cheap break for self-control and a promise of a

paradise

To quickly apologize to live and lead a paradox even though it’s a paradigm for

hatred

And if this life is what you make it, I hope you like sleeping on your

self-built bed of nails

Chewing down your nail bed

Evil elegance blooms the apocalypse as we eclipse ourselves in the loom

Decomposing light but consuming doom

One pitchfork at a time, we poison ourselves to kill the truth that failure is

in fear

That fear is a lie, a lie, a lie, a lie

Alive in you