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He sits in the dark
looking into the glass
with his hand in the jar
its a sticky, white mess
He applies it and he wonders
How'd I ever get here?
piecing his reflection
as he pulls off an ear

neath a sign, reading exit
by the old backstage door
his fans are collected
for a glimpse of the star
he emerges and they wonder
Oh, how could 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 are 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 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 gets hot as hell under the foam
and like me you will be
in a crowd yet all alone.

Los sabe Guillermo Del toro el gran director
También hubo Ortega que lo vio en este senior
Story saw it glimmer and Fessenden's known it for years
it shines from within him, throw 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 are 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 , you know...

Show us your face Mr. Jones my dear
said the angel to dear Mr. Jones
it is a crime to the heavens for even a while
to hide for a moment that beautiful smile

Show us your face Mr. Jone my dear
said the angel to dear Mr. Jones
you are love and you know

You will never be alone.

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