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