Blinding through my sight and soul I can feel the coldness grow Fall down in a tunnel of light But it ain't the final show
I've seen it all way before I know the clowns get an encore
There's a black cauldron waiting me Boiling and steaming Demons with pitchforks beckoning Laughing and smiling
Oh, it's the party of my life Hit the third gear I am ready to die
I'll return, turn, turn Won't be long Sure I'll burn, burn, burn But the fire makes me strong I'll return, turn, turn Say farewell and we'll see soon I'll return ...to you
See all the poor horn-heads cry As I play with the like toys They'll see that I'm the devil himself It's a picnic I enjoy
Oh, this inferno is my home I'm just checking in to have some fun
