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- - - THIS HELL - - -
The voices resound
From venomous tongues
They do speak to me
When the dead slumber
The restless in the night
Delight in the dreaming
Screaming shadows abound
Uncrowned beyond the light
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
I hear you calling
But the room is fucking black
You see me stalling
I'm not coming back
The devils, unbound
Where corpses are hung
In branches of trees
Where vultures hunger
The restless speak their plight
Zeitgeists observe sleeping
Weaving spider diamond
Sermons in the black lights
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
Hey, are you calling
Or is my mind fucking black?
Yes, I am stalling
I'm not coming back
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
Right now or any day of the week
The recently dead constantly speak
Of what is behind the veil
This Hell
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
In this Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
From venomous tongues
They do speak to me
When the dead slumber
The restless in the night
Delight in the dreaming
Screaming shadows abound
Uncrowned beyond the light
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
I hear you calling
But the room is fucking black
You see me stalling
I'm not coming back
The devils, unbound
Where corpses are hung
In branches of trees
Where vultures hunger
The restless speak their plight
Zeitgeists observe sleeping
Weaving spider diamond
Sermons in the black lights
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
Hey, are you calling
Or is my mind fucking black?
Yes, I am stalling
I'm not coming back
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
Right now or any day of the week
The recently dead constantly speak
Of what is behind the veil
This Hell
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
In this Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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