This is P.Hef's take on the time-honored tradition of the "rock ballad". This is our 'November Rain'. Get your lighters out.
lyrics
Our Own Hell (R.Rusch)
We were waist-deep in water, you spoke of death. Storms, gray, electric gathering overhead. I thought out the future, after our time had passed. A thousand screaming fates rushed by in red.
We've been banging our heads against the gates of death. Will we fall back? Will we fall in?
We lay broken on the rocks, you spoke of love. All torn flesh and broken bones, your mouth filling with blood. You spit it out and spoke of life. I gaze and gaze at you without my eyes.
We've been banging our heads against the gates of death. Will we fall back? Will we fall in?
We lay in our own hell, you spoke of hope. We were screaming, screaming, screaming, screaming, without our throats. Here in the depths of this cage we've made, mere ghosts of our former selves, we wait. We wait.
We've been banging our heads against the gates of death. Will we fall back? Will we fall in?
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