Hell - The Supervillains

To be complete,

You must feel the heat

From all sides, converging.

To find the perfect machine without burning it.

So far from the light of intellect,

We all have become blind and ignorant.

So, where’s your plastic smile?

You’re gonna be here a while.

Oh great, it’s another day.

I’m still a slave.

To this grave;

this cigarette death that I crave.

I’m a waste of space, get me out of this place.

I’d rather die afraid then waste away and decay.

So get the fuck away.

Decay!

Decay!

Decay!

Decay!

Decay!

They said I wasn’t a saint.

In H-E- double hockey sticks,

We learn to take our licks as quick as they come.

Just remember who you’re getting them from.

So far from the light of intellect,

We all have become blind and ignorant.

So, where’s your plastic smile?

You’re gonna be here a while.

Manufactured in Hell!