Hell of Mine
I'm doin' time in the prison of mind
Dropped inside of the woes I declined
Can't decide if it's heaven or hell
All alone with reflection of self
Like who is who in the game of roulette?
I'm searchin' ash for my caustic prayer
I try my luck, I lie from the run
From everybody that I've hated to love, and they think I'm doin' fine
When these waters turn to wine in this hell of mine
No one knows what I do for a fix
Not in control of the curtains within
For I am me who is he when he sins
Back to Shikon with the cutest of grims
They call me cold, but I'm warm to the touch
In and out of trust with the person I love
I copy you, I copy me when I'm out
So shut the door, don't let the heat out of the house
And they think I'm doing fine
But I can't just stop, declined in this hell of mine
And how am I? "How am I?" They ask
How am I? You could say I'm doing fine
But truth be told, yet truth be told
I'm two pounds short of a ten-pound ticket
I'm parked on yellows with a high V spirit
Double on the blow of a 20s vision
I'm low-blowed told the lanes are closed
To a parking fine for the time I've blown
And they all talkin' and as the bitters turn to wine
I'm slippin' out of time 'cause I'm burning on the inside
And the wall's too hot to climb
And you think I'm doing fine
But I'm mangled by design in this hell of mine
Oh, you think I'm doin' fine
But I'm goin' out of mind in this hell of mine
In this hell of mine
In this hell of mine
Dropped inside of the woes I declined
Can't decide if it's heaven or hell
All alone with reflection of self
Like who is who in the game of roulette?
I'm searchin' ash for my caustic prayer
I try my luck, I lie from the run
From everybody that I've hated to love, and they think I'm doin' fine
When these waters turn to wine in this hell of mine
No one knows what I do for a fix
Not in control of the curtains within
For I am me who is he when he sins
Back to Shikon with the cutest of grims
They call me cold, but I'm warm to the touch
In and out of trust with the person I love
I copy you, I copy me when I'm out
So shut the door, don't let the heat out of the house
And they think I'm doing fine
But I can't just stop, declined in this hell of mine
And how am I? "How am I?" They ask
How am I? You could say I'm doing fine
But truth be told, yet truth be told
I'm two pounds short of a ten-pound ticket
I'm parked on yellows with a high V spirit
Double on the blow of a 20s vision
I'm low-blowed told the lanes are closed
To a parking fine for the time I've blown
And they all talkin' and as the bitters turn to wine
I'm slippin' out of time 'cause I'm burning on the inside
And the wall's too hot to climb
And you think I'm doing fine
But I'm mangled by design in this hell of mine
Oh, you think I'm doin' fine
But I'm goin' out of mind in this hell of mine
In this hell of mine
In this hell of mine
Credits
Writer(s): Edward Jonathan Harris, Jack Louis Leonard, Joseph Charles Robinson
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