hellishly alone
All alone,
cold and dead
we hold hands
on the path of night
although it is bright
I know for sure
we didn't make it to heaven
for I can see hell's bells waiting for me
calling me
saying I'm free
even though I just can't be
for this is the land of sin
don't you see?
you can't leave
or the devil will see
he collects the damned
for the vengeance that will be.
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