Ode to Hell

Paranoia, hysteria the chatter off lips fills me up with ridicule curses off demon breath blown on me like a baptism by virgin blood but i etch triple sevens off sixes hit the jackpot off my last nickel and laugh cause happiness is made not given and i profit off the pain why would i dance with the devil when i can dance through the rain Sundays i go to temples built with skulls that gossip through their souls from hell and the preacher wont let me off this noose sit and stare at devils in slain angel skin on pulpits i have to go to lonely hills to praise God and i can't find God, God finds me and even there the devils dressed in a hoody in a mini van with tinted windows and camera lenses i took love there once and she got goosebumps off the lucy in the air so we dashed off to a rendezvous and made love love transcended us to a place where time doesn't exist and they don't either we played Bon Iver talked of times when times were quieter sometimes with a bud and a lighter old fashion mimosa and i recite her a poem on the rooftop over the city we use call home