Evil Presence

(You-you need to go this is not safe)

I've crawled outside of my shell

I think I was born in a well

Nobody heard my cries for help, help

I came to create my own hell

And now you're all under my spell

You may even bring me to doubt

Secrets inside of myself

You are more than

Chests of gold

You become me

Like this love

You are more than

Chests of gold

You become me

Like this love

I think there's a bug in my code

An evil presence in my soul

I ask it to make itself known

But rarely its form is shown

Met the day deader

He's carved into trees

Bruised reaching for the

Black around me

Met the day deader

He's carved into trees

Bruised reaching for the

Black around me

I must be bought in

But I fought down to not reach

Then a dark figure

Reaches out his clawed fingers

And says to me

You're my favourite tragedy