One hundred thousand, million, billion
Principles painted in red vermilion
In the hell of compromise
I breathe rocks and I breathe coal
I'm turning green as I oxidize In my soul,
in the hell of compromise
In the hell,
in the hell of compromise Everything is written in the hell,
in the
hell of compromise When it gets too dark and the stars is all
I got
I accept the imperfections and the chaos that
I should not
In the hell of compromise
I got no patience and I'm full of treason
And I'm hanging by a noose grandstanding for
no reason In the hell of compromise
In the hell,
in the hell of compromise Everything is written in the hell,
in the
hell of compromise I'm gonna smash my way right outta here
I'm gonna aim a bit lower,
be a little bit more insincere
In the hell of compromise I am a conman faking this reality
Inventing a character that makes no logical sense to me
In the hell of compromise In the hell,
in the hell of compromise
Everything is written in the hell,
in the hell of compromise
I justify things that I know to be wrong
And the guilty pleasures that I feel,
they
don't last very long In the hell of compromise
Well, contentment,
it becomes solitude Close becomes distant,
vulgar and crude
In the hell of compromise
In the hell,
in the hell of compromise Everything is written in the hell,
in the hell
of compromise
Where there's a will, there must be a way
But I still don't know why I'm here or what I'm supposed to say
In the hell of compromise I got too many words and not enough talk
My internal blackboard is allergic to chalk
In the hell of compromise
In the hell,
in the hell of compromise Everything is written in the hell,
in the hell
of compromise Everything is written in the hell,
in the
hell of compromise