LYLE: EARS
Holy Hell
(LYLE)
I hope all the pains not hurting you
I hate to see you cry
Remember the pain you gave to me
I wont let it die
So Im up late and high
watching tired angels fly
as holy spirits cry
Why do they ask me why
I dont know
I really should be up and off to bed
Maybe something quick to eat
But these voices they still fill my head
This time they've got me beat
Tired of writing all these love songs
Just wish with one that I could hate
But I'm too drunk on compassion
and the joy was on my plate
Im not hungry now
I was thinking that would be enough
Seems lifes always wanting more
Satisfaction breeds desire
and Im the holy whore
So if you come around
and want to go down again
The only way to light my way
is to burn out all my sin
my souls on fire