Man Who Speaks Evil

His mind is hurtsome with grief

He sits and watches a grass or leaf

He can tell when a new one grows, he can

And watches as maggots flee from the throat of a dead man

Across two seas he can hear

And grabs your words before you speak them

He hears the sound of drinking grass, he does

And the Arctic moves each gigantic load for his owner's sake

He's a man who speaks evil

He's a man who is evil

He looks at evil as a good thing

He can speak evil, he can hear evil

He really, really lives it

He can feel that all his thoughts are changing

That all his thoughts are changing by the hour

He can feel

This man is hurtsome with grief

He sits and watches a grass or leaf

He talks to them all while they grow, he does

And wanders like a dog day thief

Inside out, and below you know

He's a man who speaks evil

He's a man who is evil

He looks on evil as a good thing

He can speak evil, he can hear evil

He really, really lives it

He can feel that all his thoughts are changing

That all his thoughts are changing by the hour

He can feel