Anger, depression, despair
Takes up all the air around me
Crushing all who care
My back is breaking under the weight
My heart is aching
Too many tears
Too much too late
My eyes are blinded
My tears are burning
My fears are driving the hate
This hell is what I make it
This hell is what I see
This hell is made for all of us
This hell inside of me
People are dying
People are suffering
Your phone is more important
Than your dreams
Fear of the other
Fear of the unknown
You'd rather kill your brother
Than give a piece of your home
We're piling on top of each other
Watching everyone bleed
This hell is what you make it
This hell is what you see
This hell is made by all of us
This hell is what you feed
In this hell
(Anger depression despair)
In this hell
(You avoid the signs to beware)
Push it under
Push it deep
Push it far below
Keep it beneath
It still won't disappear
It won't go away
It just fuels the fire
For another day
This hell is what you make it
This hell is what you see
This hell is made for all of us
This hell inside of me