The situations progressednWe built this city on rock and rollnIt's my only regretnBut bad is never good till there's worsennScatter the ash of our homesnAt the advisor's requestnThey suggest that we blame someone elsennAnd we all say nothing morenLay down your hands over your eyesnOur hearts don't beat like beforenBathing in the river of half hearted soulsnnTake me away from everythingnnWe gathered wings of an angelnAnd we flew up to the gates to be with GodnBut when we got to the sunnWe lost our wings up to the flamesnAnd sold our souls to the devilnThe red devil