Bombs Below

You don't pray to no one, cause you're bad babe

Stand and watch it burn down, as the bombs come to your door,

As the flames climb high, you're calm

You don't run from nothing, cause you're mad babe

Deal with it tomorrow, when you're shackled down below

Cause in Hell, I've found my home

There's no escape out of my head,

A prison forever locked

(In the end, only the bad guys turn a cheek and reap just what you sow)

You're making something from nothing,

Or am I making it up?

(For the weak, there's only one outcome,

Turn a leaf and repent all you've done)

In the end, I've found my home.

You're no slave to no one, cause you're rad babe

Live not for tomorrow, cause today's got so much more

Cause in hell I've found my home.