Hypnotized
Scarlet eyes make a man run wild
Cauterized
By diamond desires and burning skies
I hear your brother's fortune
Is not like your own
Come join the fire sale
The price is your soul
Small price to pay
Keeping up with the Jones
Old St. Helens
Is gearing to blow
So legend says
Don't let it go to your head
I'll melt your wax wings and turn them to lead
Don't believe me
Well, here I'll show
Watch me blow, blow
Well I'm the Jury
I'm the Judge
I'm the hangman of the envious son
Nowhere to flee
Nowhere to run
Your sentence has begun