Hell on the Rise
Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show
With track marks painting such a pretty blue
Last one in line for the healing of woes
I can see the faces looking pretty grim

Ambiance foretold, and now this stone is caving from within
Our simplicity lost or whatever the cost, you better start running
There's no shadows in sight, hell is on the horizon
Faces looking pretty grim
Our simplicity lost or whatever the cost, you better start running

[Chorus](x2)
Whores with halos wishing for wings
Your children yearning for their disease

[X2]
Give us that potion to make everything right
Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight

You want the pack, we're blazing through
Run for the hills
Run for the hills the south's gonna take you
[[Chorus]](x2)

[X2]
Smoke lifting, my mark on the street
Hell is coming, watch the followers meet