Reaching up from hell’s gates
I’m gripping onto sunshine
So tightly, I can’t feel my hand
The sun blinds my eyes, but I feel fine
I got so lost in clouds of smoke and drowned in each shot glass
Now that the sky is clear and my bottles dry
I know which ways up and which ways down
I rode on the devil’s back, he brought me everywhere
I’ve seen the worst and felt it too
It’s only up from here
When you’ve bathed in the red hot depths of hell anywhere else is paradise
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
Reaching up from hell’s gates
I’m gripping onto sunshine
So tightly, I can’t feel my hand
The sun blinds my eyes, but I feel fine
I got so lost in clouds of smoke and drowned in each shot glass
Now that the sky is clear and my bottles dry
I know which ways up and which ways down
I rode on the devil’s back, he brought me everywhere
I’ve seen the worst and felt it too
It’s only up from here
When you’ve bathed in the red hot depths of hell anywhere else is paradise
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