She cannot help herself 
The voices tell her so 
All sinners go to [bad word] 
She's gotta help them go 

She knows it - it ain't just her fantasy 
That drives her 
Deep in her - the killer rose 

Evilyn, you've gone too far 
Nothing saves your putrid heart 
There's no room in heaven anymore 

Evilyn, you chose to fall 
You shall fall forevermore 
Evilyn, you've gone too far 
'Cause your heart is made in [bad word] 

Oh she means well but who could tell 
That it was all for love 
Her love is twisted, bred in [bad word] 
She thinks it's from above