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We're in Hell

This song is by SycAmour and appears on the album Indulgence: A Saga of Lights (2014).

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I apologize for anything I ever did to try to help
Soup lines to suicides to hell
I'm never real, the difference is never clear
They never feel too insignificant

I'm never real, the difference is never clear
They never feel too insignificant to hear
I wanna know, I wanna know your name
I wanna know

Hey Cinderella, I can tell
You're waiting on a fairy tale
Blur out your dreams with cigarettes
And cheap mascara; make it sell
Nobody wants to be a rose
Nobody wants to be a rose

I'm being eaten from the inside (Inside)
Some must be destined to die; at least I tried
It's getting harder not to blame God (Blame God)
I used to dream of starlight but now I'm
Staring up through the smoke stacks; all I see is black

I'm the sorriest scream on a dead note
I'm so sorry, I, I never met you

Hey Cinderella, I can tell
You're waiting on a fairy tale
Blur out your dreams with cigarettes
And cheap mascara; make it sell
Nobody wants to be a rose
Nobody wants to be a rose

Your superstitions keep a fissure between your brain
And your mind, take the time to get it arranged
Yeah, you'll forget my name, we'll never be the same
Another missing, another did in, another day
Nothing but trouble, just brush it under the rug, this way, way, way

There's gotta be a better way

I've walked through the valleys of death
I've waded in seas of decay
There's gotta be a better state of mind
To perpetuate, awake, I'm breaking down
My kids, my kids will wake up in the sun

I'm the sorriest scream on a dead note
I'm so sorry, I never met you
I wanna know, I wanna know your name
I wanna know, I wanna know your name

Hey Cinderella, I can tell
You're livin' in a fairy tale
Pack up your dreams in cardboard boxes
Stamp it, lock it, get the hell out
Nobody wants to be a rose
Nobody wants to be a fuckin' rose

Hey Cinderella, I can tell
You're waiting on a fairy tale
Blur out your dreams with cigarettes
And cheap mascara; make it sell
Nobody, nobody, nobody wants to be a rose
Nobody, nobody, nobody wants to be a rose

Your superstitions keep a fissure between your brain
And your mind, take the time to get it arranged
Yeah, you'll forget my name, we'll never be the same
Another missing, another did in, another day
Nothing but trouble, just brush it under the rug, this way, way, way

Forget my name, we'll never be the same
Forget my name, we'll never be the same
Forget my name, we'll never be the same
Forget my name

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