Desperate Hell

I hear the ratters of tatters of home

Kick over the buckets of the wells run dry

I can't see but I don't care

Nothing is the best gift you can find

Peru resh

On my past suffering

The voices at last smothering

To hell with your excuses

What do you know of desperation

You people never feel the pain

Of dark eyed angels in a desperate hell

I hear the ratters of tatters of home

Thrown over the edge my eyes are dry

I sit in the darkness of my own device

And search my soul for a paradise

Peru resh

Eat my flesh and drink my blood

Tomorrow I'll be crucified

Eat my flesh and drink my blood

Tomorrow I'll cry tomorrow I'll die