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Crops left to rot as the sun licks the ground

Burning and scorching the last of the living

Concrete is steaming and blood is on the streets

Of the nameless, the hungry, the dying, the weak

Scraps for the wicked the strongest they fight

For survival's dependant on not what is right

When greed is reduced to naked endurance

When need is the all of the world

The beast will crawl under your skin

Look down

Let the trial begin

Hell hole

What's been left us when the devil is cold

Hell hole

Cross your fingers and break the hold, now

Hell no

Stand aside you better be told

Hell hole

It's time to say goodnight

Fostered by fire and hardened by steel

Drowned by the waves of the quiet storm

Living on the edge disregarded by all

Who dwell deep in riches long lost to the poor

Break down the panes of the tower

The suits are no longer the rule

The kings of the pre-age are conquered

The post world has only the no ones

The beast will crawl under your skin

Look out

Let the trial begin

Hell hole

What is left when the devil's cold

Hell hole

Stories die that are never told in our

Hell hole

What is left now, what is left now

Hell hole

It's time to say goodnight