They call it evil
when i speak of morbid things
when i think sinister thoughts
when i feel lower than dirt

They call it evil
when i write my poems
when i become inraged
when i feel death lurking

I call it being myself
I dont care if you hate me
you can die choking on your blood
get hit by a bus

they call it evil
when i speak of demons
when i draw dark things
when i let my emotions be known

they call it evil
when the sun dont rise
when the moon is dark
when the world falls into peril

i call it being *******
you turn your backs on me
i dont care for humanity
they can die burning to ash

they call it evil
when i speak the truth
when thier lies are known
when i do something right

they call it evil
when i dont care
when i feel like my life is over
when i release my rage

you know what
you all can go get bent
i control my destiney
my life is my own

no leash or collar
no chains or cages
im free like the eastern winds
so good bye and farwell

they call it evil
when i tell you
forget me if you doubt me
someday i can say
i told you