You didn't realize that it was a master of disguise br Who left you alone in the macabre nether world br Was he sold on your soul, or was it no bargain? br A tagless jerk suffering from solitude, you're spooked br Stagnant air carries the distant echo of weeping and wailing br An ignorant victim of mistaken compliance, you're in a twit br Looking for an emergency exit ain't that dead easy br You're losing your way in the maze-like foggy tunnels br And before long facing your hateful grinning guide br You're horrified to see that he's a dead ringer for you br He speaks in your own voice, breaking the sound barrier, br ''To overcome daemonophobia we'll take a demented trip.