Trapped, scared to death
As you're running out of breath...
Don't you feel my eyes?

I've been this way
From the cradle to the grave
Taking life


I was born with the devil in me
He's been with me ever since

Checking in but you can't check out
I'll burn all the evidence
I was born with the devil in me

My soul cannot be saved
Sick fascination with the dead
From the cradle to the grave


Fill the cold earth
Stealing every penny that you're worth

Keep my conscience clean
I've been this way
From the cradle to the grave

The Arch Fiend