I tell them what they want to hear
they smile and move on
never stopping to think twice
about the crooked smile that's been playing on my face
Oh the good it would have done them
to pay a little more attention
at that evil glint in my eyes
I wish I could have told them, alas, whats done is done
If only I could have told them
but what fun would that of been
once they know my secret, theirs no one to be fooled
i'd be caged up and studied like a bird
Undergoing lengthy hours of boredom
while people stare and gawk
at the demon that lies before them
so I must keep myself to myself, no one can ever know
The only secret I've ever kept, is the darkest of them all
you think I go to bed at night
but why would I sleep at night if that's when evil rules?
being bad is so much more fun than the alternative
Instead of going to church on Sundays, I burn them down
no one glances twice at the sinister look in my eyes
they mistake my cruel words for sarcasm, my smirk for a smile
the things they don't know, could easily be the death of them
The answers written on my tombstone
here lies a hidden demon
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 5:36 PM UTC
I tell them what they want to hear
they smile and move on
never stopping to think twice
about the crooked smile that's been playing on my face
Oh the good it would have done them
to pay a little more attention
at that evil glint in my eyes
I wish I could have told them, alas, whats done is done
If only I could have told them
but what fun would that of been
once they know my secret, theirs no one to be fooled
i'd be caged up and studied like a bird
Undergoing lengthy hours of boredom
while people stare and gawk
at the demon that lies before them
so I must keep myself to myself, no one can ever know
The only secret I've ever kept, is the darkest of them all
you think I go to bed at night
but why would I sleep at night if that's when evil rules?
being bad is so much more fun than the alternative
Instead of going to church on Sundays, I burn them down
no one glances twice at the sinister look in my eyes
they mistake my cruel words for sarcasm, my smirk for a smile
the things they don't know, could easily be the death of them
The answers written on my tombstone
here lies a hidden demon
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