#8 – Hell is empty


Hell is empty,
And baby its a sad, sad view.
Hell is empty
And baby, i really miss you.

I knew the costs, behind your vice
I love you, yeah, that does sound nice.
But it can be, a treacherous thing to say
A Baneful happy-ending, to flower someone’s day.

You swore up and down, to no ends
That perhaps my angels and demons, may become your friends
Maybe one of them, would understand your many fears
And reveal to you, my masked away tears

Hell is empty
And baby I’m alone.
Hell is empty
And how long, will you make me atone.

This I know is true
That I deserted heavens gates to be with you
That we may make paradise out of this barren wasteland
Or at least, this was our plan.

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