Hell Is Cold

I used to hear evil voices Laughing my name just out of sight I thought my place was haunted Or leaking gas at night I was more romantic then The avenue was wide as a glen Now everything I've lost I visit from my bed And the voices carry on They echo in my head If you were ever wrong Then you are wrong for good Flushing coke with a neti pot I deeply understood I know I'll be free when I die I know I'll be free when I die