Bow down to the new born
king of the land of forced delusion.
Gear up for the cruel surprise,
and dive deep into the confusion.
Angels on leather wings
screech out their endless joy,
cold sweat on the pale white
skin sucked into the void.
Twisted nightmare,
now the devil is in wonderland.
And don't go in there,
you will never have the upper hand.
So what are the odds?
The Lizzard of Oz,
burn it down to the ground
The Lizzard of Oz
raising Hell every round.
The Lizzard of Oz,
the kingdom come in his name.
The Lizzard of Oz,
better run from the flames 'till its gone.
Hands taking a fighting stance,
try to ward off more contusions.
Won't float like a butterfly when
a bee stings with profusion.
Ten count don't dare to rise
as a bell tolls time to die.
Hot breath and streaks of blood
reveal what's gone awry.
Twisted nightmare,
now the devil is in wonderland.
And don't go in there,
you will never have the upper hand.
So what are the odds?
The Lizzard of Oz,
burn it down to the ground
The Lizzard of Oz
raising Hell every round.
The Lizzard of Oz,
the kingdom come in his name.
The Lizzard of Oz,
better run from the flames 'till its gone.