Your Hell Is Here - Solar Fake

Turning to the next page of your diary

It’s blank and virgin white

All the lines are blurred, you swim on melted paper

Drowning false delight

You don’t need to breathe, your eyes are clear

But where’s your hope

To come up again and face the truth

The lies in life

Your hell is here

You’re fighting monsters to get the constancy out of your head

But your hell, my dear, is feeding oceans

With your devotion to flood your sick world

You’re pouring with the ink onto the background

It’s just like a waterfall

The shapes are drawn so fast, but letters never talk or say a word at all

You still sit there, the words are gone that should pronounce

The uncut truth about your life, the lies in life