FOR THE GUILTY MORTAL SOUL
FOR THE GUILTY MORTAL SOUL
For Jonathan Ross
Why will it hurt more than it should
I'll give you a name, Renee Nicole Good
I'll go ahead and name Alex Pretti, too
After this won't be much left of you
Forget about God and the Orange Cancer
Questions none of you got the balls to answer
Satan's waitin' to sit down with you
He got questions of his own, more than a few
They told me I should play nice
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
"Fuckin bitch" is that what you said
Before the innocent woman was dead
I know Witch covens who don't live too far
Chanting their spellwork
Put you in a jar
Nothing you can say will save your ass
Too late because it all happened so fast
Everyone everywhere knows your face
All over the news and cyberspace
They all tried to be so very concise
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Miss Karma operates in her own time
Dealing recompense for people's crime
She will touch you with her frigid hands
She will laugh out loud at your demands
For those who want me to be precise
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Still got his job, just 3 states away
Why the dude beg for such a final day
We are awaiting the death of the regime
One last puking bloody scream
They all tried to give me their best advice
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Time for Hecate to end such redneck fun
Spells and curses are how it's done
Assholes just want to shoot and kill
Soon Hecate will force you pay the bill
Dude lost his roll of the dice
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Subjugation, and complete control
For the Guilty Mortal Soul
His soul will not be redeemed
Does he see her in his dreams
For Jonathan Ross
Why will it hurt more than it should
I'll give you a name, Renee Nicole Good
I'll go ahead and name Alex Pretti, too
After this won't be much left of you
Forget about God and the Orange Cancer
Questions none of you got the balls to answer
Satan's waitin' to sit down with you
He got questions of his own, more than a few
They told me I should play nice
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
"Fuckin bitch" is that what you said
Before the innocent woman was dead
I know Witch covens who don't live too far
Chanting their spellwork
Put you in a jar
Nothing you can say will save your ass
Too late because it all happened so fast
Everyone everywhere knows your face
All over the news and cyberspace
They all tried to be so very concise
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Miss Karma operates in her own time
Dealing recompense for people's crime
She will touch you with her frigid hands
She will laugh out loud at your demands
For those who want me to be precise
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Still got his job, just 3 states away
Why the dude beg for such a final day
We are awaiting the death of the regime
One last puking bloody scream
They all tried to give me their best advice
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own Hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Time for Hecate to end such redneck fun
Spells and curses are how it's done
Assholes just want to shoot and kill
Soon Hecate will force you pay the bill
Dude lost his roll of the dice
All I got to say is, FUCK ICE
Gonna melt in the fires of your own hell
What ashes are left over is just as well
Subjugation, and complete control
For the Guilty Mortal Soul
His soul will not be redeemed
Does he see her in his dreams
