And my hands are still clean

I'd do it myself
But where's the fun?
I take pleasure
Watching it done
Just sit back
I'm here for the ride
Can't wait to see the ground
Painted with your inside

And here they come
Torches in hand
They are after you
They understand
A modern Frankenstein
Disguised as Troys Helen
Don't try to lie now
I know what you're sellin'

These are my puppets
They don't know what to do
They only know what I tell them
Guess what I said about you
Evil, Maniacal
Jog your memory at all?
We're one in the same
But who will they maul?

Here comes the Mob
Frightened and Angry
Maybe a little homicidal
From what was said by me
A modern day Witch Hunt
Their paranoia runs wild
I didn't have to say much
Just threaten a child

As much as I enjoy this
I'm afraid I must go
For destiny has arrived
So I shall leave you alone
Best wishes to you
I hope you do well
As your flesh peals off
While you're burning in hell

And here they come
Pitch forks raised high
And I take my leave
Without a Goodbye
Hop on the train
And escape this scene
I got my revenge
And my hands are still clean