[Chorus: SIXPRESS]
Hell, and it's coming
I see Hell, and it’s coming
Why the hell ain't we running?
I see Hell, and it's coming
Yo, why the hell ain’t we running?
I see Hell, and it's coming

[Verse 1: SIXPRESS}
Slowly adjustin' into somethin' in the world so deep
I drown myself when I'm bumpin'
Sound that spills from one bandage
I bring more tears then peelin' onions
I'm building skill in abundance
And bunsen when they serve the plates, I pump blood that circulates
My curfew’s late
Swallow the words I think but in late nights, regurgitate
Something like Grand Central
They want to terminate the train of thoughts if it ain’t makin' profit
Me wait in vacant pockets
I came, so wait to all this
Waves are hard as rays in August
Hell is comin’, Devil's runnin' my noggin
But I ain't runnin, kinda wanna see bargains
And with low trust it’s hard to see Autumn
But when them leaves on them tree's falling
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