Nobody Does Evil The Way I Do

I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril.

I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up, and lip that kissed me on the temple.

I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish its history disassembled.

I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel.

I have been unfairly resentful of those I wished had acted different when the bidding was essential.

I have been a terrible communicator; prone to isolation over sympathy for devils.

I have been my own worst enemy since the very Genesis of rebels.

I'm calling from the afterlife

I wouldn't call it hell

But it ain't what the ad was like

Now I sleep until the day

The twilight is my wake up call

The appointed hour

To rise up from my tomb

And wander to the living room

And ghosts come to my door

Of people that I knew before