To Hell and Back
You've got a number so fuck your name
Spoke in the wheel, pawn in the game
You're dying by design
You're living by their lies
Food for worms trapped in a flag
To hell and back in a bodybag
The stench of lies, it fills the air
Traded all hope for despair
No one ever told you
No one ever cared
When it all came down
There was no one there
Spoke in the wheel, pawn in the game
You're dying by design
You're living by their lies
Food for worms trapped in a flag
To hell and back in a bodybag
The stench of lies, it fills the air
Traded all hope for despair
No one ever told you
No one ever cared
When it all came down
There was no one there
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Mcmanimon, Derrick Stabeno, Keith Schanbacher, Jon Kalish
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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