Olde English 800

When your aspirations crumble

At the feet of your tormentors

And your jaw feels like it's breaking

On the cold hard tile floor

And you're holding onto something

That does far more harm than good

Well then you've reached the pits of hell

And there in hell you'll find the steel

To smash your skin until it's calloused

To grind your teeth down to the bone

To tear your tongue out from its shelter

And bleed out all alone

And when we get there we'll tread heavy

Through the boneyards and the filth

We'll grace the presence of the vultures

And spit fire of the gods

We'll both sit in our skin

And hate the places we have known

When your back feels like it's breaking

And your skin has turned to stone

And you are standing in the fire

And you are wishing to go back

Well then you've reached the pits of hell

Well then you've reached the pits of hell

I took this journey through the mirror

Took a chance to take my time

Just to watch the cold hard steel of burden

Come and break my heart and spine

I took a blade, a glass, a noose

And then I smashed my mind in two

With a bottle, pills and notion that I

Could drink my problems dead

I reached the cold pits of hell

And then I split my mind in two

And dragged my cold heart through the snow

And felt the coldest burn

Of all the grief I've come to know

Of all the grief I've come to know

I took this journey through the mirror

Took a chance to take my time

Just to watch the cold hard steel of burden

Come and break my heart and spine

(2x)

I've got a story here to tell you

Best you listen or grow cold

Cause if you choose the path I've chosen

Chances are you won't grow old

Won't grow old