[Verse 1]
In a pit of snakes, dragon's den
I'm your only hope, your only friend
It floods every orifice
A blooming tide of ignorance
Miscreant beyond compare
That special kind of savoir-faire
Come with me, and we'll dance on air
Like Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
Hard and fast, big and bold
For a favored son, I'll take it slow
Forget whatever you've been told
Falling limp as your blood runs cold
[Chorus]
When the bell tolls
You know full well
I'll be coming for my pound of flesh
Rest in pity and regret
Got a special place for you in Hell
[Post-Chorus]
Always, always get what we, what we deserve
[Verse 2]
Ash to ash, dust to dust
Burnt each and every bridge of trust
Dimmed the light of everyone
Then turned the tables, playing dumb
A fevered dream beyond disgust
Tormented as you self-combust
Rotting bowels of misery
Where it's dark as far as eyes can see
[Chorus]
When the bell tolls
You know full well
I'll be coming for my pound of flesh
Rest in pity and regret
Got a special place for you in Hell
[Post-Chorus]
Praise the damned, mouth to mouth
What comes up must come down
Always, always get what we, what we deserve
[Guitar Solo]
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