Heavenly Hell of Chaos

Into the eyes of darkness, we fall endlessly into a realm of chaos...
for the sins we do, and the ones we don't.We are miserable.
Some call it chaos, some call it home. I call it neither, even though is both.
Neither one can reach me, but I want to reach both.

Angels fallen from sky, suffering for their sins, dragged down into a world of darkness, their wings, ripped off from them.
Flesh and blood all over the place. Oh poor souls.
Oh poor saint souls, no longer saint, though.
I'm no angel and no demon, but I suffer as both. No freedom, no pain.
Gods and devils making companionship... what a rotten world.

A lost soul comes to me, asking for help, asking for guidance.
Why should I? No one did when I needed it. I'll let it fade away.
God punished me for doing so, and the devil congratulated me.
This is neither hell or heaven. Neither good or evil.
Everything should just disappear... I'll make it happen.