There are a million kinds of hell
And they show us what we’re worth
More than a million paths to hell
And hell can be right here on earth.

Hell can be the job you choose to take
Or maybe it’s the place you choose to live.
It can be the lies you tell to others
And times you chose to take and not to give.

Some know stories all about the devil
And think that hell will come when we die.
But look around the world at those who suffer
And you may cease to question where and why.

There’s the hell that lying binds you,
And the hell when lust will blind you.
There’s a hell when envy grinds you
And when absolute riches find you.

Sometimes hell is exactly what you make it be.
Something you’re not strong enough to duck.
Others have their hell ****** upon them.
Maybe it’s all not much more than luck.

Hell is when you feel your life is suffering
And nothing ever will come set you free.
Giving up all hope of any rescue for you
How much worse can the Bible’s hell be?

There are a million kinds of hell
And they show us what we’re worth
More than a million paths to hell
And hell can be right here on earth.
There’s the hell that lying binds you,
And the hell when lust will blind you.
There’s a hell when envy grinds you
And when absolute riches find you.

Une par une, les lignes s'accumulent
Mais des traits rien ne paraît
Et le dessein sombre dans le ridicule.

D'une noirceur lasse des temps indéfinis
Le graveur cherche sa matière.

Dans les recoins du monde archivé
Se serait-il égaré ?

La route est la même
Qui mène de la remembrance à l'oubli.

Your eyes ,
               the look .

Your voice ,
               the words .

Your lips ,
               the silhouette .

Your smile ,
               the light .

Your body ,
               the strength .

You ,
               the perfection .

Your love ,  
               the perdition .

Your waters are dark and treacherous.
Your waters are deep and lethal.

They seem calm yet are not.
They seem comforting yet are not.

And I dived carelessly, into your abyss.
And I plunged, into my damnation.

Seeking freshness, comfort and loving.
Seeking desire, passion and longing.

And in your murky, bitter waters
I drowned a million times.
I was spun, I was desecrated.
I was murdered, I was obliterated.
And I couldn't see a thing,
I couldn't learn a thing.

Yet my purpose was due,
I emerged anew.
Exhausted, devastated.
Utterly spent and violated.
Deceived, betrayed.
Ridiculed, humiliated.
But anew, and all alone.

My approach to you destroyed me,
and I made myself again.

The wrinkled fingers get *****
with the dusty objects.
The memories get *****
when it talks about the wins.

– Noise is big, but the heart is more.

I'm too old for the world
and the world is too old for me.
Don't think I'm deep man,
because I'm not, at least not like this.

– I'm bored therefore I write you.

Without me the machine doesn't express itself
and therefore it stops existing in hurry.
Oh let this pass!

– It's over, Vicent, it's over! You're gone and now I am.

It always sounds in vain,
trying to say their names with affection.
Oh please let them in peace!