| Hell is a place that I try not to dwell on
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| Beyond the extent of the means I’ve been given
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| But sometimes when darkness wraps its cloak around me
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| I feel the strange presence that can’t touch
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| mountains with sorrow persuasion
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| We challenge ourselves to withstand the compression
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| But sometimes when troubles latch on to each other
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| Fifteen thousand pills are enough for the migraine
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| modern-day living
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| I’ve spent the last decade for which I am fleeing
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| But sometimes these walls are like premature aging
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| And me and my spells can’t protect the foundation
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| Guilt of the prayers underneath
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| I’ve learned how to turn a death into a
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| Pretended the sound was too loud for
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| It kills any hope you sure felt in the morning
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| Repentance is almost getting out of heaven
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| My the care to remember
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| But sometimes we can’t make the plead for forgiveness
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| And we if I fall, I deserve this
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| Depression is something I have yet to experience
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| At least it’s a fully developed condition
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| But sometimes the past bears no hope for the future
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| I’m stuck reminiscing my way through the present
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| Death is consistent and
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| I’ve tried to steer clear of this pestilent
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| But sometimes when death to frustration
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| I’ve crushed the logic behind this persistence
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| I’ll
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| But sometimes beneath the
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| Disservice transpires and still can’t touch the |