Back To Hell - Alkaline Trio

Like the pills in your hand, I’ll never let you down

And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now

Devouring all that’s left of me Devouring all that’s left of me In the palm of your hand, a resting place

All the guilt in the land resting on me And we’re crushing beneath it, falling beside ourselves

And we’re wishing to break this neverending spell

Send us back to hell, we’ve had our fill of heaven

Give us back our sins dead no one could sell them.

Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes

Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we’re told

Like the pills in your hand, I’ll never let you down

And like the bugs in your bed, under my skin now

They’re devouring all that’s left of me Yeah they’re devouring all that’s left of me Send us back to hell, we’ve had our fill of heaven

Give us back our sins dead no one could sell them

Keep us from their hearts, saving us like ashes

Cut us down with dust, never trust in anything we’re told.