Living in the backside I'm gonna die
Giving up my broken soul sacrificed
I will rise from the bright light to the dark
They will buy your souls and eyes out for your art
Cash in your hand, flames in your mouth
Breathe fire out, see liars shout
Tunnels of skull and souls are the crowd
Take your life, sell your soul
Make it right, dig them holes
Deep in the ground are the men that sold
Weep at the found those ones with gold
Their bodies so bright their souls so dark
There's the devil's hideout and his art
All them lined up down the hall so far
Living in the backside I'm gonna die
Giving up my broken soul sacrificed
I will rise from the bright light to the dark
They will buy your souls and eyes out for your art
Cash in your hand, flames in your mouth
Breathe fire out, see liars shout
Tunnels of skull and souls are the crowd
Fake your life, play your role
Wake and hide, sell your soul
Trees in the ground apples of the known
Seek knowledge and take the throne
Lair of Satin and his stars
Count the sides it ain't that hard
Open his book read the lines
Mark them down and train your mind
Living in the backside I'm gonna die
Giving up my broken soul sacrificed
I will rise from the bright light to the dark
They will buy your souls and eyes out for your art
Cash in your hand, flames in your mouth
Breathe fire out, see liars shout
Tunnels of skull and souls are the crowd