Johnny Goth Land of the Evil

All the wicked people, in the land of the evil All the pretty people come to help themselves in the land of the evil Love won t cure the emptiness inside, you have to fight till you re in the dirt All the pretty people come to help themselves In the land of the evil with all their wicked plans So put the paint up on the easel, show them what you are They don t care if you are evil as long as you re a star So put the pain of all the emotions you had kept away Why cover up all of the drugs that you say you love to take Now feel the pain of all the people that have grown to hate you From now on until the very last word that you say. All the wicked people, in the land of the evil