I must admit It's getting out of control No way out we're standing Back to back now We're the devils that we paint on the walls We're the plague so let me hear you applaud Go Go grab your shovel now I must admit It's getting out of control No way out we're standing Back to back now Solid caves to hide in Built by the hands Designed to destroy Everything Guided by footsteps and killed by the flood The deeper we're going The blacker the blood The deeper we're going The blacker the blood