You say you don’t believe in hell
The devil is a fairy tale
You say you can’t see through your scales And the narratives you tell yourself
The narrative you tell yourself

And it follows its lonely waiting line
And it follow from the back the back of your mind
And it follows we are all on borrowed time
And it follows its a lonely waiting line
To find that hell is on the inside

Darkness fills all your days
Through menacing disarray
The demons come to step the stage
But you’re the hand that locks the cage
You’re the one who locks the cage

And it follows its lonely waiting line
And it follow from the back the back of your mind
And it follows we are all on borrowed time
And it follows its a lonely waiting line
To find that hell is on the inside

We could always start running away start running away
We could always start turning the page start turning the page
We could always start living today start living today
We could always start learning to pray start learning to pray
For the hell of it
For the hell of it