Evil In My Head (Remastered)

[Verse 1] Mind like a morgue with the lights kept dim Teeth in the grin, every thought too slim Smile like a saint, but the halo bent Every good intention got a fuel leak scent Keep calm, keep cool, keep breath on ice Shake hands, say “fine,” but I’m loading dice Inside, I’m a maze full of locked off doors Every “I’m okay” got a chalk outline floor [Chorus] There’s an evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp Cutting every single thread, carving candles in the heart Turn my feelings into facts, then it tears them all apart Yeah, the evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp [Verse 2] Brain do numbers, I can’t show work Every stray thought get a custom shirt Wore my guilt like a fitted, can’t take it off Even when I’m right, I hear “you’re off” Wit like a whip with a glass tip sting Every joke swing blood, but I play it as a fling I’m the clown in the car with the matchbox grin Whole circus in my skull tryna cash this sin [Chorus] There’s an evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp Cutting every single thread, carving candles in the heart Turn my feelings into facts, then it tears them all apart Yeah, the evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp [Verse 3] Say I’m overthinking, I say “underestimate” I can spot a weak point in a perfect plate Tell myself secrets that I shouldn’t overhear Whispered in a tone that could tattoo fear Every quiet night is a cross-exam scene Questions in a line, all dressed in mean If you step inside, better watch your step Even I tiptoe round the thoughts I’ve kept [Bridge] Sharp tongue, blunt soul Who swing that blade? I look in the glass See a courtroom face Judge, jury, jackal Same eyes, same shade (same shade) If I’m the monster Who’s really afraid? [Chorus] There’s an evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp Cutting every single thread, carving candles in the heart Turn my feelings into facts, then it tears them all apart Yeah, the evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp [Chorus] There’s an evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp Tracing every little scar, drawing maps across the dark Turn my memories to knives, then it wears them like an art Yeah, the evil in my head, it’s dark and very sharp