The smoke is clearer now
I can see the blood on the spiral stairs unfolding
It draws us from within
The floors are black and crawling with melted candle stain
Beelzebub is calling
My muscles are restrained
Bubbling pools of oil are the spoils are war
Unwillingly set to boil is what we have in store
Broken barricades stained with death
Leave behind the pain
Skeletal structures have buried in mud
Were the ones who used to sing
Graphic reapers stab the heart
Flowing deep coloration
Demonic beings float around my head
Collide along creation
Open the door and venture down the stairs below
Walk the halls of blind illusion
Be the first of your kind
Enter the world of mass confusion
Leave no tracks behind
Dave Schauss - Behind the Pain Lyrics
Dave Schauss - Behind the Pain Lyrics
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The smoke is clearer now
I can see the blood on the spiral stairs unfolding
It draws us from within
The floors are black and crawling with melted candle stain
Beelzebub is calling
My muscles are restrained
Bubbling pools of oil are the spoils are war
Unwillingly set to boil is what we have in store
Broken barricades stained with death
Leave behind the pain
Skeletal structures have buried in mud
Were the ones who used to sing
Graphic reapers stab the heart
Flowing deep coloration
Demonic beings float around my head
Collide along creation
Open the door and venture down the stairs below
Walk the halls of blind illusion
Be the first of your kind
Enter the world of mass confusion
Leave no tracks behind
I can see the blood on the spiral stairs unfolding
It draws us from within
The floors are black and crawling with melted candle stain
Beelzebub is calling
My muscles are restrained
Bubbling pools of oil are the spoils are war
Unwillingly set to boil is what we have in store
Broken barricades stained with death
Leave behind the pain
Skeletal structures have buried in mud
Were the ones who used to sing
Graphic reapers stab the heart
Flowing deep coloration
Demonic beings float around my head
Collide along creation
Open the door and venture down the stairs below
Walk the halls of blind illusion
Be the first of your kind
Enter the world of mass confusion
Leave no tracks behind
Writer: Dave Schauss
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid