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Something Diabolical Lyrics - Hefty Fine - Bloodhound Gang

Eventide rise for ritual 

With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will 

Roar forth steer the dead leave forced 

Driven by fear shift gears veer towards 

 

The foolishly equipped swift these 

Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt 

Reflect upon the way beyond redemption 

Let the necronometer beckon for the destined 

 

Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden 

Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted 

Each tormented attempt that is made in vain 

To evade this debt which is certain to be paid 

 

Without question is met with a counter clocked surge 

In reverse as if back-masked words of the black mass were 

All heard by a clutch engaged 

Over trails blazed to the western gates 

 

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides 

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides 

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides 

Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side 

Something diabolical 

 

Idle hands are bound for the 

Damned once Sam went down to Georgia 

Speed was forged of the divine salt 

Mined from the vaults of flame by the lost 

 

Named as those sought as faults rests beneath 

The wrong that was spawned from the tired screech 

Of essence halted engulfed in the scent of exhaustion 

A false witness with the sensed end is brought 

 

To bended knees when abandoned belief in 

The mephistophelian plea for wicked unleashed sends 

Heed to reap grim an infernally decreed repossession 

Vested in the fallen creed called on to retrieve 

 

Meed with the fueled intention of deprived intervention 

The thundered calm that comes from the rattle of descension 

Numbs the panicked from a havoc that reeks of oil 

Barreling down this mortal coil 

 

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides 

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides 

Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides 

Hell burns by angel turns her pillow to the cooler side 

Something diabolical 

 

Tonight belongs to him, tonight belongs to him 

Tonight belongs to him, tonight belongs to him 

To him, to him, to him 

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