The Devil and Mr. Jones Voltaire

He sits in the dark
Looking into the glass
With his hand 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?"

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"