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
Then you are wrong for good

Flushing coke with a neti pot
I deeply understood
I know I'll be free when I die
I know I'll be free when I die



Credits
Writer(s): John Ross (t)
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