Things Will Be Better in Hell Songtext
von 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