Olde English 800 The Amity Affliction

[Intro: Joel Birch]
When your aspirations crumble
At the feet of your tormentors
And your jaw feels like it's breaking
On the cold hard tile floor
And you're holding onto something
That does far more harm than good
Well then you've reached the pits of hell
And there in hell you'll find the steel

[Verse 1: Ahren Stringer]
To smash your skin until it's calloused
To grind your teeth down to the bone
To tear your tongue out from its shelter
And bleed out all alone
And when we get there we'll tread heavy
Through the boneyards and the filth
We'll grace the presence of the vultures
And spit fire of the gods

[Pre-Chorus: Joel Birch & Ahren Stringer]
We'll both sit in our skin
And hate the places we have known
When your back feels like it's breaking
And your skin has turned to stone
And you are standing in the fire
And you are wishing to go back!
Well then you've reached the pits of hell
Well then you've reached the pits of hell!