Angel eyes and Devil smile; a hand to help another to defile

Holding firmly to what can't be held; know the truth but you'll never tell

Some things are undefined. Some things are in your mind

Some things should be a crime but that's just absurd

Some things devious; downright mischievous

Some things are greivious but that's not a word

Hook, line, and weight. No need to debate

No way you'll be turned around

Until you die, you'll hold to the lie

That follows you into the ground

You're strong when they're weak; you run when they crawl

And Hell's not enough to break your fall

You've lulled them to sleep with no regret at all

And Hell's not enough to break your fall

To hide my fur, I wear the wool

Sometimes you have to be kind to be cruel

To help you understand I wax obscure

To help you see I'll paint it all a blur

Some things are clearer to me and some things are dearer to me

So lend an ear or two 'cause I have a word

I done the thinking for you; what's more I quite adore you

So listen I implore you. I must be heard

Hook line and sinker. Thank god you're not a thinker

Here, take this fruity drink you're fine

And though you'll die; take comfort in the lie

Your life's not yours to lose. It's mine