Gee Mr. Hell
I know you so well
I can see behind your eyes
One of your moves
I see the next to die
Rain drops are smothered with your senseless ways
Blood money sold a million graves
Talking to your mind again
Sorry to say it's a true matter of insane
Another life, through a mental mind
Crave for lust, like the clock does time
Turn the dial to a short end fuse
A man like you just has to lose
Gee Mr. Hell
I would always tell
The secrets you left behind
Behind your mask
Evil flesh is what we find
Are you real or made of steel
Your heart doesn't seem to hurt
A soul like yours is scarred, thrown away and burnt
Through your rights and methodical ways
You world crumbles down to bionic days
Merciless greed thrive to abuse
The last statement is a short end fuse
