Hell Is Cold
I used to hear evil voices
Laughing my name just out of sight
I thought my place was haunted
Or leaking gas at night
I was more romantic then
The avenue was wide as a glen
Now everything I've lost
I visit from my bed
And the voices carry on
They echo in my head
If you were ever wrong
You are wrong for good
Flushing coke with a neti pot
I deeply understood:
I know I'll be free when I die