I am here among the living;
watching all happiness fade.
There's this voice, swirling through my head;
it darkens my mind a shade.
This voice, it tells me to come;
where fire and agony kiss.
I shake my head and sent a thought;
I'll take my ignorant bliss.
But then the voice tempts me with words;
with things I need to know.
For a moment, I let myself wonder;
hell, it may not hurt to go.
Getting to hell was easy;
but being there was hard.
The voice lied (the one in my head);
for it had pulled a poker card.
Hell. The cycle will continue;
over and over again.
Please don't run or be afraid;
because we'll see you at the end.
