Magma Hour

We lost it all

I'm at the edge of my seat

Relief before I forsake

I’ll put the words in your mouth

I’ll make it easy for you

It's a confession of your deeds

I know you feel it

Seen it in the way you move

I fucking feel it again, surfacing

But never coming through

Tormenting you

There is no way home from the devil’s womb

Poisoned blessing in disguise, a little less than I confide

Singing feel-good lullabies, the proper dose makes it alright

One final step into the gates of hell

Money can’t buy us free, 'cause we’re the captive prey

One final step into the gates of hell

Money can’t help us now

We sold ourselves to the luxury

There’s no recovery

Obliterate, all burdens erased

I’ve seen it coming, just a little too late

Ecstasy at the price of our existence

We’re just a tumor so delicate that one is listening

Feeding fire with more gasoline

Agony, anxiety

Begin to see behind the devil’s scheme

The time has come to make deniers believe

One final step into the gates of hell

Money can’t buy us free, 'cause we’re the captive prey

One final step into the gates of hell

Money can’t help us now

There’s no recovery