I've been thinking about my heaven
About the afterlife
The place I go to when I die
To rid me of my strife
I guess you'll want to hear it
And I will surely tell
But I must warn you
That my ɦɛɑѵɛɳ,
Sounds a lot like Ħ€ŁŁ.
I want a place of torture
Somewhere I can feel
Want wounds all on my body
Wounds that never heal
A place that's filled with fire
A place where demons dwell
Yes, that is my heaven.
Doesn't it sound like hell?
