Hell Will Replace the Rain

de Guilt Trip

This desolate waste calls out my name
I try to ascertain peace
I'm digging my own grave
I'm carving my own stone
I'm ripping out my heart
I don't believe in miracles

At the end of the road I chose
There lay a hole in the world
Permanent silence
Whispering pain
The heavens will open
And hell will replace the rain
Rain

Replace the rain

Oh, God
No, just me

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