| Trapped in a prison of sickness and pain
|
| Watching the world go by
|
| Sitting in torment, I hear people calling but I can’t reply
|
| I’m locked out by my misery, scraping my knees on eternity
|
| Whoa, this is hell on earth
|
| Whoa, I found the devil
|
| The devil’s inside me
|
| Oh how I love the taste of my own blood
|
| I am an addict to all my excuses
|
| Belive me I’ll find a new vein
|
| Don’t try to help me
|
| I won’t take it kindly
|
| I’m confortable in my decay
|
| I shut out possibility
|
| I won’t admit it, that would make me weak
|
| Whoa, this is hell on earth
|
| Whoa, I found the devil
|
| The devil’s inside me
|
| Whoa, this is hell on earth
|
| Whoa, I’ve let in the devil
|
| For the devil will never blame me
|
| Ha!
|
| Sympathy, empathy, give it all to me!
|
| Am I sick? |
| Is this a trick?
|
| A devil inside me
|
| Did you think it was going to be that easy?
|
| I’m addicted to my disease
|
| You can’t help me!
|
| Whoa, this is hell on earth
|
| Whoa, I found the devil
|
| The devil’s inside me
|
| Whoa, this is hell on earth
|
| Whoa, my own hell
|
| My hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth
|
| Hell, hell on earth |