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cameron boucher - hell is warm lyrics

i don’t know how to feel alive
but i try my best to make every day different than the rest
every day

stop when you’re talking to me
i always stay long enough to see you leave
choking on my tongue
you’ve been smoking through my lungs
i’ve been smoking just for fun
you’re like the moon when i stare at the sun
i’ve always heard it said there’s nothing wrong if i run
running through my mind
you were trying to get high
always wear you like a spine
i fall asleep before you turn on tv
it’s always been a dream to exist in tranquility
breathing out my mouth
you’re the handle on the spout
i get steamed up when i shout
i get steamed up when i shout
tip me over so i pull myself out
drink up all my blood
tell me what do i do now?
blood is pouring out
blood is pouring on the floor
do you think it rains in h-ll when the devil gets bored?
do you think it rains in h-ll when the devil gets bored?
do you think it rains in h-ll when the devil gets bored?

i haven’t been able to sleep
[?]
first i must face the fact that i’m all alone
first time in a while
the first time in a while that i feel unclean
the first time in a while i feel completely empty
first time in a while i feel like i can not breathe
so suffocate me
let me drown
both seem fine for now
suffocate me
let me drown
seems fine for now

and i’m bleeding from the inside out
so i cut myself open to show what i’ve been hiding
back of my mouth
my teeth are stained black
and i’m putting up a fight against the anxious parts of my brain
how do i remain?
how do i feel less insane?
how do i think?
don’t want to feel like my skin is stretched out
and i want to be able to spit the blood out of my mouth
and i want to feel sane
and i want to take the pain away
is death the only answer
or is there a way that i might be able to feel safe?

a cigarette will suffice
but emptiness surrounds me
i am drowning in a pool of my own spit
i am drowning in a pool of my own spit
suicidal thoughts have lost their touch
i’ve run out of things to love
i am drowning in a pool of my own spit
i am drowning in a pool of my own spit
i am drowning in a pool of my own spit
i am drowning in a pool of my own spit

just got locked inside my house
some ways in don’t lead to out
still i’ve got [?] i’ve got the things
and i’ve got the voices outside my brain
i’ve got the keys and i’ve got [?] my house
my house

slither down my spine
i say this all the time
but it’s time to [?]
[?] before my body
open up as wide as you
always been [?]
always been [?]
[?]
all the things that i want to do, i will do
slither down my spine
i say this all the time
i say this all the time

i’m laying in somebody else’s bed again
i’m laying in somebody else’s bed
begging to escape from all the things that i can’t say
i’m laying in somebody else’s bed
feeling unglued from my skin
like my nails in my fingers can’t attach to my skin
and i’m laying in somebody else’s bed
trying to get rest and i’m trying to be thin again
i’m trying to grow up and i’m trying to be worth it
i’m laying in somebody else’s bed

hanging by the slip of a tongue
no one answered when i hung up for the fourth time this week
it was me
sipping off the edge of my soul
screaming help me
and my mind isn’t as strong as i lead myself to believe
believe
but i believe the devil has a barbecue in h-ll every fourth of july
i bet it’s alright
i bet it’s alright
someone’s gonna see right through the sh-ll of me
and i think it’ll be alright
eating out the palm of your hand
will you help me to stand?
i’m not as strong as i lead myself to believe
but if it’s blood that i bleed, let me be
let me be
i believe that all the angels in heaven [?] come down on the fourth of july
i bet it’s alright

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