Return Of The Guitarist

Arisen from his coffin

The guitarist has come to play on this night of horror

A hole where his heart used to be

Now bleeds black

His eyes are filled with hell's fire

With his amp maxed out

He begins once again...

"I know I said this would be my last

But, don't worry this won't be over fast...

I've come to drag you down to hell

Don't worry this trip will be real swell

I'll take you to meet the damned souls

Like me too, they have a hole

Then you will meet all the devil's

As I take you through the six levels

The first has teeth as sharp as knives

Make sure you don't look him in the eyes

The second can rip you into shreds

Or play you with his little threads

The third can get inside your mind

He will use anything he can find...

Trust me, he can make it rain

Just hope he doesn't drive you insane

The fourth is quite the twisted one

Let's just say he likes to have fun...

The fifth I rather not explain...

Let's just say he plays with brains...

Then there is the sixth

First he'll make you feel all numb

Then he'll hold you real close, hun

And tell you you're his only one

He'll take you by the hands and say

I want everything to stay this way

Then he'll break your heart in two

And then you'll know what I've been through..."

The guitarist settles down once again

To what seems to be the bitter end

Let's just say there is no rest for the wicked...