Pretty In Hell

There nothing pretty in this dark and shallow place they call hell

The hallways are on fire and nothing here has a smell

And your eyes don’t work as well as they used to

And your nostrils burn from too much sulfur

But if you cry enough you might find a tear

Everything dries up on contact and your skin feels like leather

Fingers just don’t do the trick so fuck him while he’s still alive

It takes about five minutes for everything to die

And the strongest feed off blindness while the others lose their sight

Hades bed is full of flowers but he feels like a razor

Cutting up everything you have left and leaving you to bleed on the floor

So take the blood stained skirt and hang it on the rail

It’s all you have left in this place they call hell