
Evil.
Evil. But what is evil?
Did you wake up one day and realize you already had that feeling in you?
Why not embrace it?
Or did the world wrong you one too many times?
A person?
Your blood?
Your pockets only slightly bit the floor and you though,
"I wonder if the ground will crack beneath my feet?"
I wonder if those, with empty pockets will envy me?
Envy me so much that they carry me with more and more gold?
And I'll shine just like it. Just how they like. And what they think they want.
I'll never tell them.
That just like the value to give all things...that it's all an illusion.
Written and composed by Shayla Hamady
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