in the cold light of day.

Kele, Unholy Thoughts

i met the devil last night
at an after show
and then he led me in a cab

no more cokeheads, no more cocaine
you're getting sloppy
and someone has, someone has to say

here is bad, here is bad, here is bad, here is bad

i hear their thoughts now before they speak
i feel their eyes now go through my soul accusing me
we're only partners between the day
these thoughts they multiply

and one by one become unholy