Deep Rooted War: #2

I walked down

Past the last warm word

Past every soft excuse

Into the grind and the glare

Fire in the doorways

Smoke in my hair

Ash on my tongue

Like a prayer that burned there

I went to hell and I came back again

Crawled through the cinders

Choking on shame

Deep rooted war in the bones of my chest

Fought every demon that wore my face

I went to hell and I came back again

Carrying names that I will not forget

Deep rooted war

But I did not bend

I went to hell and I came back again (again)

Streets made of embers

Voices like knives

Every old wound

Standing in line

I saw my anger

Sharpen its grin

I saw my guilt

Beg to come in

I went to hell and I came back again

Crawled through the cinders

Choking on shame

Deep rooted war in the bones of my chest

Fought every demon that wore my face

I went to hell and I came back again

Carrying names that I will not forget

Deep rooted war

But I did not bend

I went to hell and I came back again

Tell me

Was it real

Or just the part of me I hide

If hell is only hurt

Why did it feel like home inside

I shook hands with my ruin (oh)

Stared it right in the eyes

Said

"You can keep my ashes

But you don't get my life"

I went to hell and I came back again

Crawled through the cinders

Choking on shame

Deep rooted war in the bones of my chest

Fought every demon that wore my face

I went to hell and I came back again

Carrying scars like a blood-red crest

Deep rooted war

But I did not bend

I went to hell and I came back again (again, again)