I could be resentful and wish you to Hell
To see you suffer and burn but oh well.
I guess I could be a person of God
And send you to heaven isn't that odd.

In hell you will find all the suffering dead
But in heaven the dead are all safe in a bed.
Lucifer whispers that you should go down
The voice from above that you are a crown.

You are a jewel that should not be spent
And at the same time you'll not leave a dent.
I will not miss you wherever you go
Maybe you could've listened to my no.

You are monster and in Hell you belong
But I cannot send you that is all wrong
If you say you're sorry I'll send you to heaven
But if you will not then you go down at eleven.