The road to hell is a roundabout
The path a screeching left
Your seat inside the slaughterhouse
An ever-catching breath
A hallway lined with mirrors
is an echo of your sins
The end is creeping nearer
Yet—never closing in
The road to hell is a roundabout
An always-bleeding vein
No begging and no bailing out
The path remains the same
Before is just like after
And after’s back around
No asking reaps no answer
Just a bottomless well of sound
The road to hell is a roundabout
The tumblers full and spilling
You’re sure that God could end the route
You’re not sure he’d be willing
The road to hell is a roundabout
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