in the back of my mind i want to do bad things i want to be unkind when i m in my room i love the shadows of my bad bones i have thoughts i won t share because i don t think i could bear to face you with the lights on i feel evil creeping in creeping in i feel evil creeping in creeping in my blood is dirty and i like it i like it that way i could see the whole city when i pushed you out of my fucking way i left the sun on your skin so when i wore it it would fit me when i m in my room and the ceiling s feeling thin i feel evil creeping in i feel evil creeping in creeping in i feel evil creeping in creeping in a beacon landed on the shoulders with a beak to regurgitate good words i told her bird is the word little nettle stinging numbing poison seeping in humming lost the feeling of the vessel sinking like sleeping in the s o s was lost on me my crew were swimming in a turgid sea it was me it was me who committed the felony take my hands i love the blame i ll take suffering i feel evil creeping in creeping in i feel evil creeping in creeping in when i behave nobody cares when i behave badly nobody dare cross me cross me cross me cross me cross me cross me cross me cross me i feel evil creeping in creeping in i feel evil creeping in creeping in
['indie rock', 'quebec indie', 'stomp and holler']