Alone in the house since his parents die

Talking to himself

Sneaking away from the neighbors eyes

Quiet and reserved

All the girls from school always were so cruel

Nothing like the ladies at the morgue

Shall we do it in the coffin in the back of the church?

I know you'll keep a secret and you won't say a word

No one knows me, I like to keep to myself

I've got hundreds of faces on the shelf

He is the voice of the oppressed and the weak

Wearing the face of justice

Until Friday night when his dick is hard

He throws that face away

Feel the force like the hammer of Thor

Pounding against the flesh

He's the hook in the hooker, pulling her down

Raping the night away

No one knows me, I like to keep to myself

I've got hundreds of faces on the shelf

For how long can I keep the monster inside

I feel the Jekyll and Hyde are about to collide

Mr Pentecostal Pastor with his pretty young wife

Preaching like a pro

An apostle of disaster with a great appetite

Feel his healing hands

Let us pray, and he preys on their sweet young flesh

Offering his pastoral care

Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife

But wasn't it strange when his second wife died?

No one knows me, I like to keep to myself

I've got hundreds of faces on the shelf

For how long can I keep the monster inside

I feel the Jekyll and Hyde are about to collide