The Devil and Mr. Jones Aurelio Voltaire

[Verse 1]
He sits in the dark looking into the glass
With his hands in the jar, it's a sticky white mess
He applies it, and he wonders, "How'd I ever get here?"
Piercing his reflection as he pulls off an ear
'neath the sign reading Exit by the backstage door
His fans are collected for a glimpse at the star
He emerges, and they wonder, "Oh, how can it be?"
This angel is the monster we have all come to see?"

[Chorus]
In the labyrinth, in that lab you're in
In the watery depths of Hell
Boy, you were so renowned in the underground
Even dead in a tale where the witches dwell
Eating all you know as a wendigo
On a board soaring out to space
Selling ice cream when we are at the end
In a war between Heaven and Hell

"This is your fate, Mr. Jones, my dear!"
Said the Devil to dear Mr. Jones
"You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task
But no one will see who is under the mask
Cover your face, Mr. Jones, my dear
It's hot as Hell under the foam
And like me, you will be
In a crowd yet all alone"