Man calls the morning traffic hell Calls the boss’s bark a spell Says the fight on the TV screen Is hell unleashed behind the scenes Every desert skirmish on the news Gets tagged as hell in headline cues But none of it matches the furnace core Where anguish lives forevermore We throw the word like sparks in air Fast as hell tough as hell proud as hell unaware But hell is deeper than the curses we yell A realm of suffering no mortal tongue can tell We cheapen the name with every passing yell But nothing we say is anything like hell Man calls heartbreak hell to face Calls a long commute a ruined place Says the cold wind feels like hells own bite Says losing a game is hells own night But hell is not a metaphor for pain Not a nickname for a bad day’s strain It’s a chamber carved beyond the veil Where sorrow sings and hope turns pale We throw the word like sparks in air Fast as hell tough as hell proud as hell unaware But hell is deeper than the curses we yell A realm of suffering no mortal tongue can tell We cheapen the name with every passing yell But nothing we say is anything like hell
