He sits in the dark Looking into the glass With his hand in the jar It's a sticky white mess He applies it and he wonders "How'd I ever get here?" Piercing his reflection, as he pulls off an ear
'neath the sign reading exit by the backstage door His fans are collected for a glimpse at the star He emerges and they wonder "Oh, how can it be?" "This angel is the monster we have all come to see?"
In the labyrinth In that lab you're in In the watery depths of hell Boy you were so renowned in the underground Even dead in a tale where the witches dwell Eating all you know as a wendigo On a board soaring out to space Selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell
"This is your fate, Mr. Jones, my dear!" said the Devil to dear Mr. Jones "You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task! but no one will see who is under the mask! Cover your face, Mr. Jones, my dear It's hot as hell under the foam and, like me, you will be in a crowd yet all alone"
Lo sabe Guillermo Del Toro el gran director También hubo Ortega, que lo vio en este senor
The story, saw it glimmer and Fessenden's known it for years It shines from within him through the growls and the moans and the tears
In the labyrinth In that lab you're in In the watery depths of hell Boy you were so renowned in the underground Even dead in a tale where the witches dwell Eating all you know as a wendigo On a board soaring out to space Selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell
"Show us your face Mr. Jones, my dear" said the angel to dear Mr. Jones "It's a crime to the heavens for even a while to hide for a moment that beautiful smile! show us your face, Mr. Jones my dear" said the angel to dear Mr. Jones "You are loved and you know, you will never be alone"