The afterlife

A cold wind passes, the lonesome hearts
the dawn is breaking, I've played my cards
4 days after, the bitter cut
Here in Hell I must sit and rot

Hell is warm and full of death
Long way from the last of my breath
eternal souls, staring with their eyes
hurts me like a million biting flies

Far from home, far from friends
All these memories are like defense
to protect me from the warm and deadly fire
which I've let myself into because of desire

Drugs, money, fights and lies
to bad it's only my body that dies
cause hell is not a place to be
just wait, someday it'll be your turn to see