Lyric In Hell

You may find my appearance and demeanor foolish, but it is you who plays the fool.
For although I am only a student of the victim, I have many, many styles.
Try my choking style! HWAH!

--Shaolin Puff n Stuff (I have no idea)

Every time you humoured me,
you patronized my misery,
the yesterday s mean nothing now,
they never mattered anyhow!

Oh well in hell, we like it well,
we think it s nice, we think it s swell!
I ve fucked up so many times,
the more I think, the more I sink...

Into the drain...
of pain and misery.
The sickness of feeling...
will end someday.

Often times I wonder why
there s love and hate, theres live or die.
When sickness comes I must decide:
when feelings go, theres suicide.

Oh well in hell, we like it well,
we think it s nice, we think it s swell!
We ll drink a cup of kindness yet,
in hell we learn but soon forget...

Hell is life. You must admit this is true...
But don t take it so serious.
It ends so soon.

IN HELL!
OH WELL!