I must admit
It's getting out of control
No way out we're standing
Back to back now
We're the devils that we paint on the walls
We're the plague so let me hear you applaud
Go
Go grab your shovel now
I must admit
It's getting out of control
No way out we're standing
Back to back now
Solid caves to hide in
Built by the hands
Designed to destroy
Everything
Guided by footsteps and killed by the flood
The deeper we're going
The blacker the blood
The deeper we're going
The blacker the blood
