| You think you know what the hell I’ve seen |
| You think you know where the hell I’ve been |
| I’m from the places people never really talk about |
| 'Cause they don’t even know where to begin |
| The mom and dad that I never had |
| Were just the first of the MIA |
| Had the teachers and the preachers and the coaches and counselors |
| But everybody faded away |
| Fake it sympathy, you don’t care |
| Yeah there’s hell on earth, I live there |
| You can take me to the devil’s house |
| You can show me where the devil waits |
| So let me in, I’m not afraid |
| Raise the gates |
| Push me in the fire |
| Let the flames wash everything |
| I’m not tired |
| Of defending my beliefs |
| Let it burn me down to ashes |
| As it crashes over me |
| If this is hell, I’m not afraid |
| Raise the gates |
| And push me in the fire |
| When you said that you loved me too |
| You didn’t get what it really meant |
| Can’t lie and cheat and steal and leave |
| And think you’re ever gonna see me again |
| Take it out on me, your M.O. |
| Left in hell on earth, all alone |
| You can take me to the killing fields |
| And you can show me where the devil waits |
| So let me in, I’m not afraid |
| Raise the gates |
| Push me in the fire |
| Let the flames wash everything |
| I’m not tired |
| Of defending my beliefs |
| Let it burn me down to ashes |
| As it crashes over me |
| If this is hell, I’m not afraid |
| Raise the gates |
| And push me in the fire |
| I’ve got this feeling |
| Like I’m coming undone |
| I don’t know where it’s from |
| But I know that I like it |
| I’ve got this feeling |
| Like I’m coming undone |
| I don’t know where it’s from |
| But I know that I like it |
| Push me in the fire |
| Let the flames wash everything |
| I’m not tired |
| Of defending my beliefs |
| Let it burn me down to ashes |
| As it crashes over me |
| If this is hell, I’m not afraid |
| Raise the gates |
| Push me in the fire |
| And push me in the fire |
| Fire! |