Shortcut to Hell

Flame, waning flame You run to hide in your rabbit hole Once again It echoes in your head Like a never-ending drip It's a way out but reality slaps Shortcut to hell Yeah Fist In your face Burning bridges, stick to the plan And wear your best smile Embrace that feeling It won't go away The wall is closer and you keep on driving With no self-control Nothing as I planned Sick of living I'm sure you did your best Death's the meaning Shortcut to hell Yeah Oh, I love this… Yeah, I love this… Hell