
the evil inside
by John Bruce
Lyrics
[Verse 1 - distant low drums rolling like thunder, Aztec death whistle wailing in the shadows, waterphone shimmering with icy dread]
A corner waits where the candle won’t reach
Black velvet thoughts with a serpent’s teeth
It grins when you blink, it feeds on your doubt
A parasite born of the things left out
[Pre-Chorus - apprehension engine creaking metallic tension, death whistle rising like a warning]
Every silence you swallow becomes a scream
Every secret you bury starts to breathe
[Chorus - full ritual percussion, death whistle and waterphone screaming in unison, low drums hammering primal dread]
The evil inside is never asleep
It listens through fractures, it counts when you weep
It wears your own voice like a stolen skin
And smiles from the corner you swore you locked in
[Verse 2 - slower, heavier drums, waterphone dripping like condensation on bone, death whistle answering in short, sharp bursts]
It knows every name you’ve tried to forget
Every sin you still owe and haven’t paid yet
It offers the knife with a lover’s caress
And promises mercy if you only confess
[Bridge - apprehension engine scraping like rusted gears, waterphone and death whistle dueling in ghostly harmony, drums reduced to heartbeat pulse]
You can’t run from the tenant behind your eyes
It was never invited—yet it memorized the lies
[Final Chorus - all instruments at full intensity, death whistle howling over crushing drums, waterphone and apprehension engine creating an unholy wall of sound]
The evil inside is never asleep
It listens through fractures, it counts when you weep
It wears your own voice like a stolen skin
And smiles from the corner you swore you locked in
[Outro - everything fading except a single low drum and a lone death whistle drifting into silence]
…still smiling…