Made In Hell

Lyrics

Damaged goods that were made in hell You know that you got that haught, rotting something about You laid your tripwire and 'course, he fell With all your tricks, heavenly filters that ain't just in your pics Oh You think you're fooling everyone and their gods But I know Fuck You're eating him alive Fuck You're burning him alive You left town Went back home to hell But for some forsaken reason, you're back to use Bewitching prowess to cast a spell Earn a living Human spirit, eager ego to get it Oh You think you're fooling everyone with your feigned halo But I know what you're capable of You won't rest 'til you imprison his soul Fuck You're eating him alive (Do that, be that, do that) Fuck You're burning him alive (Do that, be that, do that, do that, be that) Packaged in Pasadena But made in hell Manufactured by passive-aggressive demons Fuck You're eating him alive (Do that, be that, do that) Fuck You're burning him alive (Do that, be that, do that, do that, be that) Packaged in Pasadena But made in hell Manufactured by passive-aggressive demons Fuck You're burning him alive, alive, alive