Charcoal Grace IV: Give Me Hell

Preach to me again Colour the wrong in me Into the earth, your creed surrendered More than you deserve Still as she slowly fell When by your demand, despair could house the holy Ruin will reveal as rot takes the breath in you You shriek at your shadow overhead as it leaves you Terrified to fade away But death and decay don't wait for the gods we create So hit me again, I'll spit out the blood of your saints Give me Hell, release the weight That quiet voice would let you take it back But you're only here in this reflection Go on, preach to me on love again I would bear this hate into the depths to see you choke on it Hell is you Hell is you I am the wait, the worry I am the hurt, the hurry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry I am the hurt, the hurry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I am the wait, the worry Without the hate to carry I could have been somebody I could have been somebody Give me Hell, give me the grace Give back the years you stole and beg me I can still see you here in my reflection Go on, preach to me on Hell now I am the hate you gave me I am only what you made me Hell is you