fuck this hell; you make my heart swell

its cold in hell
as they gather around in circles
with stories to tell
huddled around a fire pit of bodies

talking about how they were nobody
but it doesnt mean a thing
when they cry over tan lines
replacing diamond rings

but the worst part
is on sundays
pulling out of the ground
to continue their old ways

devil said "now that youre here,
theres no time for change
you wasted it all
as you wasted away"

four stanzas dont show you how i feel
locked up in this hell
as if it were real
but then i pull me back

and theres nothing to tell
thats where the pain swells
when there are no words
to explain how we felt

damned to hell
because i could do nothing well