Things Will Be Better in Hell - Street Sects

That thing we live for

It doesn’t exist

That thing we work towards

It never happens

Maybe when we’re dead, we’ll get respect

Maybe when we’re dead, we can finally collect

You are the one

Who built this hell in my heart

I love you the same

We turned everything off

I’ll keep you to myself

We’re just having fun

We’re not addicted

And it’s just forty bucks

No one could kill themselves on that

Cut it in half and let’s save the rest

Cut it again then we’ll go to bed

Finish it off and then we can go in on another

You are the one

Who built this hell in my heart

I love you the same

We turned everything off

I prefer you this way

I love you the same

We pawned everything

And I want a love that’s drained of color

You didn’t know what color was

I want you this way

We shut everyone out

A little world of our own

I want you to stay

We turned everything off