Can I say what I feel inside?
I’m born on the inside, wish I could have be on it
Wasting my time doing what others always wanted
You used to be acinic, we used to be platonic

Down in hell, leave your prints on it
Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it
Down in hell, leave your prints on it
Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it
Down in hell, leave your prints on it
Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it

Out of four, all them innocent
Scratch my brain, run my armpits to your fingertips
Waste my time doing what others always missed
We used to be acinic, you used to be platonic

Down in hell, leave your prints on it
Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it
Down in hell, leave your prints on it
Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it
Down in hell, leave your prints on it
Take it all that you can, you got to feed of it

North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead
North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead
North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead
North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead
North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead
North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead
North to south, play like you’re dead
Until you’re dead