Sometimes, sometimes I want to go
And do things, do things out of control
Things that, don't quite fit my role
And break the, break the status quo
Sometimes, I can't help but see
Pathways, right into the void
Strangely, I can't seem to avoid
Thinking 'bout no one else but me
Sometimes, sometimes I think I'm Evil
Some thoughts could even be illegal
Sometimes, sometimes I think I'm Evil
Without you, I'd be a criminal
Holed up, hiding in my mountain
My mental, lair of criminality
Wasting the treasures I've been given
On venial, trivialities
Chasing, after hidden treasures
That are worthless to everyone but me.
Somehow, I'm convinced that they'll ensure
My life, in synchronicity
Sometimes, sometimes I think I'm Evil
Some thoughts could even be illegal
Sometimes, sometimes I think I'm Evil
Without you, I'd be a criminal
Sometimes, sometimes I think I'm Evil
Some thoughts could even be illegal
Sometimes, sometimes I think I'm Evil
Without you, I'd be a criminal