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The devil plays hits where you'd least expect
It's cold and dark when you're buried alive
See how it feels marching into the flames. It's warm and bright when you're burning alive
The spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here
Lost in a case of millions all in line before you. That's what the rats call eternity
All in before you. No one watches anyway. No one watches anyway
Oh shit man. Who am I to think I won't be marching into the flames right along with you?
Who am I to think I won't be here waiting in line for hell with you?
Voices distorted. Specks of grey
Good looks converted. Specks of grey
Specks of black and white
Spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here. Lost in a cast of millions
Fall in line