Evil Walks

Evil walks, tremors coming this way
Leisurely stalks on a perfect blue day
Evil strolls through the fields to a sleepy old town
And shit starts going down

Evil plots angle every which way
Evil thoughts trouble good folks who pray
In the evening air something ain’t right

A body in the wood, a figure in a hood
A trail of footprints burning where once the preacher stood
A drowning in the well, a paranormal spell
A group of children singing, “We’re all going to hell”

Evil’s unlocked the deviant’s cage, evil is onto us, a coming of age
Evil restocks, evil reloads, when will it go away, no one knows

(words by Doug Harrison)