Hell

I keep myself cold under the sheets

Nothing else matters to me

I don't like going outside

I'd rather die on my own time

I just can't let go of it

I need my hands holding everything

I stay up late in the night

Thinking when am I gonna die

My hell's looking alright

I don't need another try

When did I get so old

I had planned on losing my soul

Smoked enough to guarantee me

Early spot in the cemetery

When did I get so cold

The world's a terrifying place

When did I stop searching

For something to justify me

My hell's looking alright

I don't need another try

My hell's looking alright

I don't need another try