Hell

Let me wrap my hands Around your neck Let me wrap myself Until you're red And I'll never get sick Of your lovesick tales of me No, I'll never get sick of you And not to pull your hair But I'm in love with hell And not to pull your hair But I'm in love with hell Let me wrap myself In your bed Let me wrap myself Until I'm dead And I'll never get sick Of your lovesick tales of me I'll never get sick of you And not to pull your hair But I'm in love with hell And not to pull your hair But I'm in love with hell And not to pull your hair But I'm in love with hell And not to pull your hair But I'm in love with hell