Hell Will Replace The Rain Guilt Trip

This desolate waste calls out my name
I try to ascertain peace
I’m digging my own grave
I’m carving my own stone
I’m ripping out my heart
I don’t believe in miracles

At the end of the road I chose
There lay a hole in the world
Permanent silence
Whispering pain
The Heavens will open
And Hell will replace the rain
Rain

Replace the rain

“Oh, god”
“No, just me"