Damaged goods that were made in hell

You know that you got that haught, rotting something about

You laid your tripwire and 'course he fell

With all your tricks, heavenly filters that ain't just in your pics

Oh

You think you're fooling everyone and their gods

But I know

Fuck

You're eating him alive

Fuck

You're burning him alive

You left town

Went back home to hell

But for some forsaken reason you're back to use

Bewitching prowess to cast a spell

Earn a living

Human spirit, eager-ego to get it

Oh

You think you're fooling everyone with your feigned halo

But I know what you're capable of

You won't rest 'til you imprison his soul

Fuck

You're eating him alive (do that, be that, do that)

Fuck

You're burning him alive (do that, be that, do that, do that, be that)

Packaged in Pasadena

But made in hell

Manufactured by passive aggressive demons

Silence for all across the solace

Fuck

You're eating him alive (do that, be that, do that)

Fuck

You're burning him alive (do that, be that, do that, do that, be that)

Packaged in Pasadena

But made in hell

Manufactured by passive aggressive demons

Fuck

You're burning him alive, alive, alive