Satan babe asked me to sew him a hat, I was wondering why he wanted that, He has such cute demonic horns, He said he'll go to church next morn. Hey Satan darling are you well? Did you forget that you're the boss of Hell? You're not going to church cause you regret, Your deeds of sinful wickedness. He said no Gem, let me explain, The congregation's full of fear and pain. The atmosphere's laden with despair and hate, They're recognizing that I am great. Another soul claims to be possessed, Another miracle that never lasts. Another sermon of hollow phrase, Another fear where my power's been praised. See Gem, church really is the place to be, Just hide my horns and I'm incognee. Would you attend the service with me? Its a date Gem pretty please?
