Atrocity Obsession

I'm ten dollars from the scalding sun
 All dressed up 'cos I've had my fun
 My dreams smell like gasoline
 The DDR and a radar screen
 I joined hands with the damned
 I swear the crime was never planned
 I keep my tongue upon the salt
 With my eyes down I say 'not my fault'
 Through the trap door
 Where you cannot hide
 In the underworld
 Where you come alive
 Obsession and atrocity
 Feed my animosity
 Press your dreams onto my skin
 Don't say no let the Devil in
 Bleed for me my toxic twin
 Let the Dеvil in
 Feed my pain God please don't stop
 Pull that chain and close that lock
 Feed my pain God plеase don't stop
 Pull that chain and close that lock
 I saw your face at the execution
 Clapping your hands for the new solution
 The stampede of the living dead
 I never heard a word that you said