The sun don't shine in hell, no the sun don't shine in hell
You can sew your seed at the Devil's feet but the sun won't shine in hell
No the sun won't shine in hell
Sing to me, your voice a reckoning
The last song you will ever sing for me, tonight
I hope it brings release
You're bittersweet
And escape from everything I hate and everything I love
Are only little fragments of a bigger picture
Hanging up above the mantle showcasing our love
To hell with all these blank canvases
I'm throwing paint over all of them, the walls are getting stained
To the Devil, I sold myself
A ritual in a cheap hotel, it was painful but it was worth it
Took a while but my heart beat back
It ticks the same but its turned to black
Better than I thought, but not perfect
Nothing pure is meant to last
I disappear from photographs
Digging mud up from the riverbed
I wash my filthy hands of all my sin
Had no idea where my soul was at
I found it down by the waters edge
It felt empty and void of purpose
Like a child a child baptized in ash
I drew myself an unholy bath and disappeared underneath the surface
I walk the earth with the living dead
Tracing around smoking cigarettes, forgetting what you said