Hell

Hell, hell is a shade, hell is a long day A crooked comet’s trail That leads me towards you I’m made out of parts that were in the dark Disaster strikes again What can you do? (What it’s like) To be small in the arms of your life (What it’s like) To be small in the arms of your life (What it’s like) To be small in the arms of your life (What it’s like) Slight pain as a knife, just out of sight I feel it in the back of my mind, hard to explain Stop dreaming and crying all of the time And misery takes hold of your mind But what more remains? (What it’s like) To be small in the arms of your life (What it’s like) To bе small in the arms of your life (What it’s like) To bе small in the arms of your life (What it’s like) Hell, it’s a place we all go, sickly and slow It’s someone that you already know Someone you trust And hell’s lens through a tube must view the whole world Your friends, the food, the girls Like it were all dust