Application @ The Grand Apple

Ah, hell, I might as well,
Tell yall about these halls, inside I dwell,
The bells ring, like hells wings, premonitions in fell pings,
Like a demon... concert.
And I'll become like Mozart: a monster.
In a previous life, who knows if I was nice?
Maybe I was just a mere lobster.
Now I'm living here and looking for a job, sir.
Yay! I'm sure someday I'll conquer.
They say progress depends on the unreasonable man,
Let me tell you: I drive the world bonkers.