Letra de ' Corey Fieldman as the Devil ' de With Dead Hands Rising

I can't quite see the white of your eyes over the rims of the star
shaped glasses protruding from your maledicting alligator grin as the scent grows stronger it snaps in half as the screams begin to ascend like a doomsday choir hitting each note with the highest of proficiency with a shapeless mouth it exhales the fold causing all to revel and roister there is no punishment that compares to awakening inside the rotted mind of a convicted felon all the stars have abandoned us replaced by names of tyranny
I can became encased in polyester a three piece recipe for a homicide all life starts and ends beneath the surface is a perfect place to find divination disaster can't find a place to colonize the face of an angel the sweat of a rose a monster can never take what we've built inside the heart they can never take what we have built inside the heart with a shapeless mouth it exhales the fold you've played the stage like fuel engaging fire the silver screen is dead I've lived
my life with a trepanation for the likes of those walking within my shadow there is no punishment that can be compared to living with that hollow again how long will this madness last tonight? this disaster can't find a place to colonize with the face of an angel with the sweat of a rose this monster can never take what we've built inside the heart