Hell is a drug.

A Streetlight halo on your cigarette, as I learn your silhouette,

Tongue of velvet, tongue of rust—every whisper is a threat.

You wear my weakness like a coat, a second skin I never chose,

Pull the thread and all the nights I stitched together start to slow.

I crave the dark, I crave the burn, you are the ache that keeps me turning around,

Like a radio that’s broken, singing this stupid song.

Feed the fever, feed the scars—call me in and close the door,

Crave the dark, crave the dark, I keep coming back for more.

for more.

In this Hell

I have fallen

As I start to yell

The voices are calling

Now

Morning is a mirror with the truth scorched out around your face,

Prescription names, powder & silk

The voices in the ceiling hum the chorus of doubt,

I learn to love the tremor, learn to live when I blackout.

I crave the spark, I crave the hurt, you are the ache that keeps my heart churning around,

Like a radio that’s broken, I keep singing this stupid song.

Chorus

Feed the fever, feed the scars—call me in and close the door,

Crave the dark, crave the dark, I keep coming back for more.

for more.

In this Hell

I have fallen

As I start to yell

The voices are calling

Now

calling

Now

The voices are calling

Now!!

Kiss me like a crime scene, press your name beneath my skin,

Every pulse a confession—every lie an original sin.

I’m a house of brittle glass; your footsteps fracture lights I can’t repair,

But I’ll love the shards forever if someone is standing there.

[Breakdown (spoken, urgent)

I know the map of my relapse, the alleyways where I forget,

Count the clocks, count the breaths—hold me till I’m counterfeit.

I’m not brave, I’m just tired of being awake—

So wrap me in your static and teach my bones to break.

Final Chorus (bigger, crashing)

In this Hell

I have fallen

As I start to yell

The voices are calling

Now

They’re calling now

They’re calling now

Outro (fading, hollow)

If morning ever finds me, tell it that I am half a ghost,

Loving what destroys me has been the only thing I know.

Crave the dark—crave the dark—hold me as sirens hum,

I’ll be the echo of your hunger when the last of the lights are gone.

the lights are gone….