See Hell - Agent Fresco

I woke up with charcoal hands

Clouds of grime crimes crown their hatred

Fingers bound by iron bands

In palms they stay clenched through the night

Wounds are green, neglected while I

Visit never-ending scenes, where the frenzy speaks

Words of just repeated till bloodlust floods us

We open up to see hell

Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;

«I want to see hell»

Pour your oil into their lungs

Let it boil black, blistered tongues

We both know nobody returns home from war

We open up to see hell

Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;

«I want to see hell»

I know my hands still reach for hell

Should I feed them the fire?

I know my hands still reach for hell

To condemn or to crown

To condemn or to crown

To condemn or to crown

To condemn or to crown

Drops of bleach, discolor their eyes

Leave them never-ending seas of uncertainty

Still we know nobody returns

To condemn or to crown

When will metronome count alone?

We open up to see hell

Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries;

«I want to see hell»

I know my hands still reach for hell

Should I feed them the fire?

I know my hands still reach for hell

Should I feed them the fire?

I know my hands still reach for hell

Should I feed them the fire?

I know my hands still reach for hell

See hell

I know my hands still reach for hell

Should I feed them the fire

I know my hands still reach for hell

We’ll leave you for now

We’ll leave you for now

We’ll leave you for now

We’ll leave you for now