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