The Devil and Mr. Jones - Aurelio Voltaire

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?"

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!»

Lo sabe Guillermo Del Toro el gran director

Tambien hubo Ortega, que lo vio en este senor

Story, saw it glimmer

And Fessenden’s known it for years

It shines from within him

Through the growls and the moans and the tears

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

«Show us your face Mr. Jones, my dear!»

(Said the Angel to dear Mr. Jones)

«It's a crime to the heavens for even a while

To hide for a moment that beautiful smile

Show us your face Mr. Jones, my dear!»

(Said the angel to dear Mr. Jones)

«You are loved and you know you will never be alone!»