I don't know
if i can tell
there's a way
out of hell

what cannot grow
is hard to sell
in my brain
what I have felt

hiding behind
the broken walls
where every tear
pours a waterfall

there i drown
by my self
under an ocean
no one can hear you yell

and then a fire
burns with all I've wept
every scar
that i have kept

starts to breathe
and I open my eyes
flying high
up in the sky

and I can see
oh, I can tell
there's a fool
down in hell

waiting to be freed
from his greed
and now his soul
is not his to sell

and I start to dream
it begin to rain
and I was drowning
once again

I don't know
if i can tell
there's a way
out of hell