In the Hell World
Lurking in my own depths
Real faces, real fingers, real people
Reaching for the light
Paper dolls tied in the wind
People to me, they are here
I don't know no one knows
I don't know the difference
Between us
The skies are pried open
And our minds are shackled
Tortured and hung out to bleed
Eyes hopeless, bodies listless
I am still huddled in the corner
Unable to trust a world with my
Own perverse thoughts, I
Lie lurking in my own depths
In the Hell World
