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I got under the grip Between the modern hell I got the rejection letter in the mail and It was already ripped to shreds Seasons in a ruin and This bitter pill is chased with blood There's fire in my veins And it's pouring out like a flood Whoa, Christians Inferno Whoa, Christians Inferno Whoa, Christians Inferno Whoa, Christians Inferno This diabolic state is gracing my existence Like a catastrophic baby Maybe you're the chemical reaction I am the atom bomb I am the chosen one Toxin your reservoir And then return man to ape Whoa, Christians Inferno Whoa, Christians Inferno Whoa, Christians Inferno Whoa, Christians Inferno