Hell On the Rise - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

Dressed like angels, just off the medicine show

With track marks, painting such a pretty blue

Last one in line for the healing of woes

I can see the faces looking pretty grim

Ambience foretold and now this stone is caving from within

Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running

There’s no shadows that sight hell that’s on the horizon faces looking pretty

grim

Our simplicity, lost or whatever the cost, you better start running

Whores with halos, wishing for wings

Your children yearning for their disease

Give us that potion to make everything right

Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight

Give us that potion to make everything right

Feel the healing spiking my veins tonight

You want the pack, we’re blazing through

Run for the hills, run for the hills, the south’s gonna take you

Whores with halos, wishing for wings

Your children yearning for their disease

Smoke liftin, my mark, on the street

Hell’s comin, watch the followers meet