This is Hell

I found you on two burning sticks In a Roman picnic, you used to get laughed at because you defended the misfits You taught me the difference between passion and gimmicks Why is there blood on your ankles? Why are there, stickers in your scalp? Why do you abandon the angels? Why aren't demons your friends? I brushed the comments off your back You moved a comet from my path I said it'll be okay, you said it is I showed you the shackles, you said there's nothing on my wrist I cried for myself, you smiled for us Not all lepers are blind You weren't afraid to touch or call you mine 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 This is hell and that is heaven They ask how it feels to be an emcee An old friend called me up and said you still doing this for free? I said they don't pay you to speak the truth I'll be doing this till they lay me to rest I hung up the phone and said god bless Welcome to the shepherd's den where FBI can blend right in Third eye open will the other two sleep I look out my window and count the sheep So let the ears all listen when the shepherd speaks 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 This is hell and that is heaven