When in Hell

When in Hell,
Nobody will hear you,
So it's useless to yell
When in Hell,
It's tough to know what to do,
But something must be done
Some choose to run away,
In such desperation, as they run, the enemies shoot them in the back,
With that same old gun

Others choose to stay and fight,
Which when you get cold and empty enough, you realize,
That to fight is the only way to survive
You get stronger as you get numb,
And you don't feel anymore, but they do,
You don't bleed anymore, but they still do,
They are no longer safe, and now it's wide open,
The way, for your escape

When in Hell,
It gets to a point when you just shut up,
No use in calling for help, nobody is going to save you,
You are all alone, so you must get away alone too
When in Hell,
You walk across all the ghosts of yesterday,
And all the corpses of the ones who tried to run away,
And once you leave it all behind, you finally find,
The way out, among so many words wasted, so much noise,
Silence gets loud, as it becomes clear, that it's useless to have a voice,
With nobody to hear

When in Hell, you realize
That there's so many ways to fight, but only one that will really work,
By abiding of all violence, in the loudness of silence,
So sick of all the violence, you can only win this fight, and survive,
By turning the tables around, and build energy, fighting in silence
Now they are the ones no longer safe,
As you quietly make your way out, to escape

When in Hell, some think it's paradise
But it's a Hell they built themselves to burn on it, in the end,
And there's no sense, in the cruel sight of reality, to accept it,
In the assimilated lost innocence, you find the way out of it, by keeping your essence
When in Hell, it gets to a point when there is no more tales to tell,
And you no longer yell, you know you gotta get out, by yourself,
In silence, building energy, in due time, you get away, you survive,
As they all burn in the violence of their own Hell, of their own bonfire