Alive in Hell

It’s an open air prison
Always trynna find someone to blame
They pointing fingers, and shoot
Loaded rockets, setting the mood
The other side say
I got a friend like you
But what do they know, boo?
What would they do?
Wash your brains my darlings
Do their work for them
You got free will, and they’re starving
All alive in hell
Chained to an idea, looking for something to feed to their fears
Trynna pretend this shit ain’t real
(«Go on, kneel»)
They got them on their knees yeah
Thinking that they in control
They don’t gotta sell their souls
Hating til they running out of things to say
Wash your brains my darlings
Do their work for them
You got free will, and they’re starving
All alive in hell