Devils don't lie, they just fuel the hot spire, (?)
More, More.
Devils don't pry, they just wait until you wanna be
More, More.
I don't want lies, I want open skies, I want
Doors, Doors.
Pressure (?) there's an open fire at the
Core, Core.

Oh we hear the sounds of the madhouse
You're making.
Oh we hear the sounds of the madhouse
You're making.