All These Wicked Things

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All These Wicked Things by Melodie Yvonne Ramey

Empty spaces, writhing faces carried in the darkness
Images that jump to life my momma swore were harmless
Now these evil faces dance again before my eyes
My scream is caught inside my soul, my body’s paralyzed

Insomnia’s the only savior from these wicked dreams
My paranoia is the truth ‘cause nothing’s what it seems
These wars I fight inside myself, I fight them all alone
And all these wicked things I’ve seen have found themselves a home

I’m bound by superstition, lucky numbers are my signs
You dance across my grave, and leave my broken soul behind
My belly’s really icky, right side hurts from top to bottom
This apathetic addict’s soul’s infection’s turned me rotten

Now insomnia’s the only savior from these wicked dreams
My paranoia is the truth ‘cause nothing’s what it seems
These wars I fight inside myself, I fight them all alone
And all these wicked things I’ve seen have found themselves a home

All these wicked things I’ve seen have found themselves a home
All these wicked things I’ve seen, they’ve found themselves a home

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