Текст песни Back To Hell

Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now Devouring all that's left of me Devouring all that's left of me In the palm of your hand, a resting place All the guilt in the land resting on me And we're crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves And we're wishing to break this neverending spell Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told Like the pills in your hand, I'll never let you down And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now They're devouring all that's left of me Yeah they're devouring all that's left of me Send us back to hell, we've had our fill of heaven Give us back our sins, the deadly one through seven Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we're told.