I got under the grip
between the modern [bad word] I got the rejection letter in the mail and
it was already ripped to shreds.
Season's in [bad word] and
This bitter pill is chased with blood.
There’s fire in my vein
And it’s not pouring out like a flood

Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno

This diabolic state is gracing my existence
Like a catasrophic baby
Maybe 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, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno
Whoa, Christian’s inferno