Somewhere between the people who care
And Hellís hot air rests nothing
With everything all the same,
Repeating patterns of lovehate nonentities
Pressing against the ever present presence of the past,
Sin that beats the brain like an uneasy echo.
Iíve seen all thatís obscene,
Reruns of all your favorite desire
Playing again and again, pleasure on a revolution,
A revolving door of saved or be damned.
What good is free choice
If a thoughtless mind follows a leader
Down to death by a different dilemma?
Another mind sets up camp for a long night,
Fingers that sail through the prize of hot air
Eternity to be taken, up for grabs,
I slip, falling on myself
In a comic display bound by the sound
Of my derelict skull colliding into reality,
Pushing in pain against the hardened carbon
That no one cares for and only kills.
Smoke meets eyes as the final door is opened,
The key was caring, but no one cares
And the devil picked his own damn lock
Leaving Hell open to the elements,
But like I said, ďNo One Cares,Ē
So Hell became the only element,
And spread forever, finally passing that open door.