Seasons in Hell - Insania

Seasons In Hell

Every year it is the same

The island calls it’s pilgrims.

From the cold we’re running into the heat

Every year always the same

Weýre following our tribes.

From the cold running into the heat

I saved my money just to be

To be there in this hell

A dream of it makes me feel

Makes me feel like under spell

From the cold we’re running into the heat

Summertime feels so good

All the girls gonna ease my pain

Like never before

At the day we’re lying

Like the fishes in their box

In the night I’m on the run

I wish that it will never stop

From the cold we’re running into the heat

Summertime feels so good

All the girls gonna ease my pain

Like never before

After all I take no fall,

Just two weeks therapy

After all I need no doc for me

Seasons, seasons in hell