The madness comes,
The sadness stays.
The reckless drawings of the madman in the slums...
Crazy for all his days.

He does the dance;
The moonlight prance.
His crown made of thorns,
Through his hair pokes his horns.
Satan is his name.
But we're all the same.
You and me.
Satan is here.
Satan is near.
He is I and You are him...

Ship off the evil barge,
The thoughts are still at large.
Disband the acts,
Listen to the facts.
Despite your constant upheaval....
We are all evil.