| Can I say what I feel inside? |
| I’m born on the inside, wish I could have be on it. |
| Wasting my time doing what others always wanted |
| You used to be acinic, we used to be platonic. |
| Down in Hell, leave your prints on it, |
| Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it. |
| Down in Hell, leave your prints on it, |
| Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it. |
| Down in Hell, leave your prints on it, |
| Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it. |
| Out of four, all them innocent |
| Scratch my brain, run my armpits to your fingertips. |
| Waste my time doing what others always missed, |
| We used to be acinic, you used to be platonic. |
| Down in Hell, leave your prints on it, |
| Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it. |
| Down in Hell, leave your prints on it, |
| Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it. |
| Down in Hell, leave your prints on it, |
| Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |
| North to South, play like you’re dead |
| Until you’re dead. |