"HELL LIKE THIS" lyrics
(Poppy Playtime Chapter 4 Song)
Woven in the details
Of a strange magic, of a cold tragic place
A world that never prevailed
And the death of a dream gone without a trace
So follow the smoke and you may find
This kingdom's more than meets the eye
A prison of children lacking a warm embrace
Taken apart to breathe new life
Stop the train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy could never be perceived
In a Hell like this
Made to be a monster
By the doctor's work, we were never in control
Lost within a wonder
A fascination with borrowing souls
Enter the haven, hide away
His world could be burned down today
It's what we want to make him pay
So if we stop this train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy could never be perceived
In a Hell like this (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
(We won't last much longer)
(We have faltered long enough)
(For one bad dream)
Yarn, and clay, and toys, and blood
Secret 'til they've had enough
Sign your rights away to us
If you want to die, go ahead, make a fuss
Yarn, and clay, and toys, and blood (So follow the smoke and you may find)
Secret 'til they've had enough (This kingdom's more than meets the eye)
Sign your rights away to us (A prison of children lacking a warm embrace)
If you want to die, go ahead (Taken apart to breathe new life)
Stop the train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy could never be perceived
In a Hell like this
So if we stop this train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy should never be perceived
In a Hell like this (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
Of a strange magic, of a cold tragic place
A world that never prevailed
And the death of a dream gone without a trace
So follow the smoke and you may find
This kingdom's more than meets the eye
A prison of children lacking a warm embrace
Taken apart to breathe new life
Stop the train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy could never be perceived
In a Hell like this
Made to be a monster
By the doctor's work, we were never in control
Lost within a wonder
A fascination with borrowing souls
Enter the haven, hide away
His world could be burned down today
It's what we want to make him pay
So if we stop this train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy could never be perceived
In a Hell like this (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
(We won't last much longer)
(We have faltered long enough)
(For one bad dream)
Yarn, and clay, and toys, and blood
Secret 'til they've had enough
Sign your rights away to us
If you want to die, go ahead, make a fuss
Yarn, and clay, and toys, and blood (So follow the smoke and you may find)
Secret 'til they've had enough (This kingdom's more than meets the eye)
Sign your rights away to us (A prison of children lacking a warm embrace)
If you want to die, go ahead (Taken apart to breathe new life)
Stop the train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy could never be perceived
In a Hell like this
So if we stop this train and walk away
No one should know of a Hell like this
The demons claim more than enough prey
No one should go to a Hell like
This is where we'll be eternally
Love and joy should never be perceived
In a Hell like this (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
(In the hour of joy, in the hour of joy)
Writer(s): Charles Green
