When he raises his voice
He calls on all demons
When he stomps his feet
The fires of hell surround him
His dreadful silence
Is when I'm afraid of him the most
His stinging touch burns my soul
And turns it to smoke
He blames it on a "disorder"
I say he's satan in disguise
Plotting his next scheme
Seducing us with lies
You've got everyone
Under you spell for now but
Don't get too comfortable
On your throne of deceit
Because when you finally meet your maker
They'll all know the truth and
Cheer at your defeat