Lyrics
Welcome to this daunting hell that I call home
A feast of horrors only breaks if you have a soul
I can do this all my life, feels right, I can't change
But should this sin feel light or carried by this weight?
Your souls will all be mine, a great exchange
This radio survives with smaller fans, you see it all
But I got them back in line
Won't grieve your souls, but this contract has been signed
Tailored sinners waging war
And with ease, I fit the style
And I feel it in my core
They hear you say
"I wish that we could go back to the age of stereo"
I'll make a wicked broadcast, tuned to please they sing along
And they say, "Hey, in a world of songs
Hey, I will make it bow down to me"
You wanted this to go high, your dreams are rooted in my poems
A favor that I'd co-sign to get this show on air
Oh my, no need to read between the lines (Radio)
Become mine, enjoy the win inside
Oh, I can do this all my life, feels right, I can't change
This hotel is your own price and I rigged the game
Unaware of your true star, sit tight
Pull the strings, I've had enough, be mine
Tailored sinners waging war
And with ease, I fit the style
And I feel it in my core
They hear you say
"I wish that we could go back to the age of stereo"
I'll make a wicked broadcast, tuned to please they sing along
And they say, "Hey, in a world of songs
Hey, I will make it bow down to me"
Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel
Where you will meet a misguided path to redemption
Hey, wish we could go back
Hey, hey, I swear to God, hey
Tailored sinners waging war
And with ease, I fit the style
Oh, I can feel it in my core
They hear you say
"I wish that we could go back to the age of stereo"
I'll make a wicked broadcast, tuned to please they sing along
And they say, "Hey, in a world of songs