Hell Is Real

Yeah, have ever felt like it's another soul you Have over a half-assed thought? Skinless mouth And a nose that you have a thought And a thought taunts it. You have to start when it's innocent, terrified and War with itself. And nobody believed in hell but these beautiful Gods. Where's the land? Hell Is real. The dark beauty of a black metal ballad, Visceral and accurate, dissonant and rustic, Is not hell for me. Hell for me is no meaning. A blunted pencil. I'll take fire over a vacuous heaven, Pristine and hollow forever, any day.