The God Awful Truth

The devil plays hits where you'd least expect
It's cold and dark when you're buried alive
See how it feels marching into the flames
It's warm and bright when you're burning alive

The spotlights search for you
As long as the dust collects
Lost in a cast of millions
All in line
That's what the rats call eternity
All in before you
No one watches anyway
No one watches anyway

Oh shit, man, who am I to think I won't be
Marching into the flames right along with you?
Oh shit, man, who am I to think I won't be
Here waiting in a line for hell with you?

Voices distorted, specks of grey
Good looks converted, specks of grey
Voices distorted, good looks converted
Specks of grey, specks of black and white

Oh shit, man, who am I to think I won't be
Marching into the flames right along with you?

Spotlights search for you
As long as the dust collects
Lost in a cast of millions
Fall in line