A Different Kind of Hell

There are many names for the place I'm in

It's a different kind of hell

There is room enough but too many stairs

No one asks and no one tells

With each door you pass, another set of traps revealed

Pin-on smirks that smell like fear

See behind the pretty faces

There's just no substance underneath

It's all a game, and how I hate it when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same

Let it seep - let it slide

Let it fill you up

You'll feel the little cracks appear

The venom dancing in your blood

You're coming just in time to see me tear

See behind the pretty faces

There's just no substance underneath

It's all a game, and how I hate it when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same

Just a little hope stretched far too long

It's different kind of hell

Just a different kind of hell