when your aspirations crumble

at the feet of your tormentors

and your jaw feels like its breaking

on the cold hard tile floor

and you're holding onto something

that does farm more harm than

good well then you've reached the pits off hell

and there in hell you'll find the steel

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(to smash your skin until its calloused

to grind your teeth down to the bone

to tear your tongue out from its shelter

and bleed out all alone

when you 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)

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we'll both sit in our skin

and hate the places we have known

(when your back feels like its 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

you've reached the pits of hell

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(i took this journey through the mirror

took a chance to take my time

to watch the cold hard steel of burden

come and break my heart and spine)

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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 split my bones in tow

dragged my cold heart through the snow

and felt the coldest burn

of all the grief i've come to know

the grief i've come to know

(I took this journey through the mirror

took a chance to take my time

to watch the cold hard steel of burden

come and break my heart and spine

I took this journey through the mirror

took a chance to take my time

to watch the cold hard steel of burden

come and break my heart and spine)

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I've got a story here to tell you

and 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.

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