Sometimes you find evil, sometimes it finds you.

Earth and wind lost the day
as I come out to play
in silence of the burning clay

You see my face hidden in the grain
like sallowest of yester year
a mark a thought a special fear
the last scream before a tear

A swallowed scream a constant dream
guilt and fear they all live hear
me in the things you say
I take a piece of you each day

The evil that escapes in
every word and step you take
let me die if you can
but it is not part of my plan

I own you because of your pride
oh foolish fool not a place to hide
the color true to life is as sharp
as the tongue, your knife

You cut everything so deep
in the night you break their sleep
with terror of revenge
it will we be your end

On your grave it will say
he planned the end this way