Hellfire and brimstone Waiting for me back home Sin is what is in my soul I'm who you call the "devil" But this world is so evil And where's your Lord?
I saw three men restrain a fourth Til he swung the gallows back and forth They beat him down and strung him up Just to watch him suffer Men are so evil It's no fault of mine
Holy mother hold your child Men are beasts, perverse and wild The spirit of the animal Are in your sons and daughters All the blame is pushed on me For your suffering and misery But every single one of you Are capable of ******
Hellfire and brimstone Are waiting for you back home Sin is what is in your soul You're walking as the devil This world is so evil And it's all your fault
A perspective insight into how easy it is to blame something, and how hard it is to accept that we are all capable of extreme, and unspeakable evils