"Hell" lyrics
In the dark with a postcard marked from hell
Contains blame, shame, and all the things you could never tell
Always focused on the emphasis of your hidden queues of malcontent
Can I bare to pretend that this is how it ends?
Selfish, uncaring, carved out of stone
There's nothing to feel when I think of your bones
Sike, my thoughts are tragic out of habit
I lie to myself to try and grasp it
This is a test of self-worth
Before things turn for the worst
For the worst
Contains blame, shame, and all the things you could never tell
Always focused on the emphasis of your hidden queues of malcontent
Can I bare to pretend that this is how it ends?
Selfish, uncaring, carved out of stone
There's nothing to feel when I think of your bones
Sike, my thoughts are tragic out of habit
I lie to myself to try and grasp it
This is a test of self-worth
Before things turn for the worst
For the worst
