I don't wanna close my eyes. I can't tell if I'm asleep or if I'm blind.
We're going nowhere. No one seems to care.
I could sell a peace of mind. I could tell you every time that I divide.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
I will see it all in time. I can't be the only one across that line.
We're going nowhere. No one seems to care.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
Don't need me. Don't need me. Don't need me.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
Behind the Song:
'I write about Hell a lot in Demon Hunter lyrics. It's not an a***ogy or metaphor. It's a place, albeit on more of a spiritual plane than a physical one, that I believe in. That's why I'm always deliberately capitalizing it. In the modern age, even within some religious institutions, it's become less and less popular to debate as anything remotely literal. I don't claim to know exactly what Hell is like, but I understand it to be a place devoid of God's presence. And I know I don't belong.' - Ryan Clark
We're going nowhere. No one seems to care.
I could sell a peace of mind. I could tell you every time that I divide.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
I will see it all in time. I can't be the only one across that line.
We're going nowhere. No one seems to care.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
Don't need me. Don't need me. Don't need me.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
The water will decide where to feed me. Mother don't you cry, Hell don't need me.
Behind the Song:
'I write about Hell a lot in Demon Hunter lyrics. It's not an a***ogy or metaphor. It's a place, albeit on more of a spiritual plane than a physical one, that I believe in. That's why I'm always deliberately capitalizing it. In the modern age, even within some religious institutions, it's become less and less popular to debate as anything remotely literal. I don't claim to know exactly what Hell is like, but I understand it to be a place devoid of God's presence. And I know I don't belong.' - Ryan Clark