Hell is a place you’ve been before
You’ve opened its Gates like your own front door.
Every crack, every corridor…
All those places you dreamed of more…
Hell without a changing score,
A Hell to rob us of our chance—
To leap, to run, to fly, to dance…
A lazy Hell this really is…
…as lazy as a humid wind…
You’ve opened its Gates like your own front door.
Every crack, every corridor…
All those places you dreamed of more…
Hell without a changing score,
A Hell to rob us of our chance—
To leap, to run, to fly, to dance…
A lazy Hell this really is…
…as lazy as a humid wind…
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