learning to know hell from the beginning

[Intro]

Seven to thirteen years ago

Your little sketchbook snuck it's way into your posession

When you were so little and so carefree

When you were a selfish brat who never saw the world outside of the light load you carried

You left home thirteen years later

Young, naive and scared

Clinging to your materialistic desires

And look at you now

Not so naive anymore

You've learned so much, but it's not so easy now

Eighteen years later you've discovered so much happiness subjеctive

Not too many are as lucky as you

Life is pain, but you know that now

You know rеlentless pain

You know the endless rain

Everything is burning as you sing

Trying to save broken minds

Take them under your wing

Anything that you can do

To help the souls who felt like you

Sometimes words make do

When you don't stop asking who

Who will help me through?

You know hell

I spend every single day thinking about how it’s always someone’s last

And it’s never, ever going to end

It's never going to end

Until it does, of course