THIS IS HELL LYRICS

1. The Search

We're up to our chests in last years debt and armed
to the teeth with spite and grief. It's the fine art of original
sin, fighting these wars we knew we'd never win.

We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold
We're searching for god, or so I'm told.

We're up to our throats in next years hope and armed to
the nines with malice inside, our heads and our hearts drowning
in false starts, standing in a flood trying to find a spark.

We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold
We're searching for god, or so I'm told.
We're searching for solace, we search for peace
We want everything that's out of reach.

The rains they came and you know they never stopped
knee deep in soil yet still missing the plot. The lies you told
are know the cards you fold. Pull the knife from our heart it's
dripping with gold.

We're searching for oil, we're searching for gold
We're searching for god, or so I'm told.
We're searching for solace, we search for peace
We want everything that's out of reach.

All these stories won't go untold, something to
remember when our hearts run out of gold.

2. Warbirds

Ripping and tearing and losing my bearing and fearing I live each day in vain.
Here's to the long lost hopeful and their blind desires burning midnight oil spreading wildfires.
The choice is made, the line has been drawn, there are those that rest and there are wide eyes through dawn.
So here's a toast to throwing caution to the wind, pushing the limits while our luck is wearing thin.
There's no excuses just the fire in my eyes, remain convicted, fuck compromise.
Sacrifice, our whole life, we're birds of prey.
We're blazing trails so we won't fade away.
Sacrifice, our whole life, we're made of steel.
We are warbirds and we aim to kill.
Submission tastes so bitter that it burns my tongue so I continue climbing ladders with cut rungs.
I chose my path and it's the price I pay that the one's I love the most are the first to run away.

3. Worship Syndrome

In this world of smoke and mirrors, we're all the same, snakes and sinners.
Get off your knees and open your eyes, don't let the blind lead the blind or play you part in this charade.
Line us up in the deceivers parade.
Celebrate false kings and queens and their paper dreams.
Everyone wants to be holy, I'd rather be loved.
All your greatest fears fall from the sky.
For you heaven is promised, but I don't know why.
Everyone wants to be holy, I'd rather be loved.
All our greatest fears crash through the floor.
For us, hell is promised, and that's why I believe no more.
I sit with my head in my hands and wonder why this is how it has be.
Life goes on for everyone while I'm fucking grieving.
This is a dedication, not an empty celebration of kings and queens, paper dreams.
This false love and worship is the real tragedy.

4. Crazy But Not Insane

[Warzone cover]

5. Never Tear Us Apart

[INXS cover]





THIS IS HELL LYRICS