Fistful Of Demons

I was born without a face

On some forgotten halloween

In 13 rusty mason jars my mother buried me

In some old shack behind the woods

Where no one ever goes

But a soul don't rest in the devil's arms

Cuz no one really knows

I got a fistful of demons

I got some boots made of lead

The grave may cool my rotting bones

But it won't cure my head

I was horribly disfigured

A monster from a whore

The minute i saw life she up and slammed the door

Cut me up in little pieces

Thought i'd go away

But now i'm back you better believe

Cuz hell has come to pay

In the dirty crawlspace underneath the house

You opened up your legs to squirt that demon out

The dog was lapping madly at the blood stain on the floor

Dead and buried i was gone but now i'm back for more

I've got the frown of a satyr

The witnesses they say

A little boy who died down there but never went away

But you and i know better

Now don't we mother dear?

How can a kid be frownin when he smiles from ear to ear?