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letra de heaven or hell - thekorrupted

chorus:
is this heaven, or is this h-ll ?
some sp-ce i’m lost in, i cannot tell
is the fruit sweet ? am i well ?
rest in heaven, or is this…

verse 1:
h-ll away from me, you broke my heart you b-tch
tore in two, wh0re in you, the horrors new
halloween, now in june, we were so in tune
but then the receivers broke, communications cut
ammunitions up, accusations and dates that were cancelled
fights that were never over, a war thats coming closеr
h-ll in heaven causе you’re still my angel though
the pain just grows, you’re a demon ho’
suck the life, outta me, as it goes, with my s-m-n
leaning on the back seat, dry heaving, crossed
i know thats somethings missing, you’re kissing
and i see it through window, on pillows
you haven’t looked at me that way
i used to dry you crazy, hey ?
i stayed faithful, but you ain’t
the circles that we been through, that you sh-t through
you just preach to me, like you’ve changed
and so have i, its clear we haven’t, you’re a cancer spreading
take me back to the wedding, i should have said no
f-ck the clubs, i should’ve stayed home
you may know you’re a parasite you estranged ho’
chorus:
is this heaven or is this h-ll ? some sp-ce i’m lost in
i cannot tell, is the fruit sweet ? am i well ?
rest in heaven, or is this…

is this heaven or is this h-ll ? some sp-ce i’m lost in
i cannot tell, is the fruit sweet ? am i well ?
rest in heaven, or is this…

verse 2:
you suck me dry, i hate this life
tell me why’d i’d give up my life
for someone who couldn’t care bout’ mine
you’re so far from unattainable, you’re unavailable
changeable habits, questionable addicts we’re set to panic
the sh-ts raw, the sh-t saw, the sh-t stock that we grew from
make stew from, i’m used to being used more
but from you ? core, shaken, is this h-ll that i’m trapped in ?
a duracell and some ibuprofen, i’m drained but hoping
if i’m open you can grow some hope from this mess
guess i’m the push over, nice guy, my youths over
feels like i’m just a move over, from my final days
hope and i pray, medicine ain’t something that can solve this
hey ? the sh-t we’ve been through
would have k!lled another couple, but something tells me
that i ain’t leaving this sh-t

- thekorrupted

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