Classless Act - Made In Hell lyrics

Damaged goods that were made in hell
You know that you got that haught
Rotting something about
You laid your tripwire and 'course he fell
With all your tricks
Heavenly filters that ain't just
In your pics
Oh
You think you're fooling everyone
And their gods
But I know

Fuuuuuuh
You're eating him alive
Fuuuuuuh
You're burning him alive

You left town
Went back home to hell
But for some forsaken reason
You're back to use
Bewitching prowess to cast a spell
Earn a living
Human spirit, eager-ego to get it
Oh
You think you're fooling everyone
With your feigned halo
But I know what you're capable of
You won't rest 'till you imprison his soul

Fuuuuuuh
You're eating him alive
(Do that, be that, do that)
Fuuuuuuh
You're burning him alive
(Do that, be that, do that, do that, be that)

Packaged in Pasadena
But made in hell
Manufactured by passive aggressive demons

Fuuuuuuh
You're eating him alive
(Do that, be that, do that)
Fuuuuuuh
You're burning him alive
(Do that, be that, do that, do that, be that)

Packaged in Pasadena
But made in hell
Manufactured by passive aggressive demons

Fuuuuuuh
You're burning him alive, alive, alive