The devil plays hits
Where you'd least expect
Its cold and dark when you're buried alive

See how it feels marching into the flames.
Its warm and bright when you're burning alive

The spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here
Lost in a cast of millions all in line before you.
That's what the rats call eternity
All in before you.
No one watches anyway.
No one watches anyway.

Oh [bad word] man who am I to think I won't be marching in to the flames right along with you?
Oh [bad word] man who am I to think I won't be here waiting in a line for [bad word] with you?
Voices distorted. Specks of grey
Good looks converted. Specks of grey
Voices distorted, good looks converted.
Specks of grey.
Specks of black and white
Oh [bad word] man who am I to think I won't be marching in to the flames right along with you?

Spotlights search for you as long as the dust collects here.
Lost in a cast of millions
Fall in line