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There are many names for the place I'm in It's a different kind of hell There is room enough but too many stairs No one asks and no one tells With each door you pass, another set of traps revealed Pin-on smirks that smell like fear See behind the pretty faces There's just no substance underneath It's all a game, and how I hate it when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same Let it seep - let it slide Let it fill you up You'll feel the little cracks appear The venom dancing in your blood You're coming just in time to see me tear See behind the pretty faces There's just no substance underneath It's all a game, and how I hate it when all their fancy words turn out to mean the same Just a little hope stretched far too long It's different kind of hell Just a different kind of hell From Letras Mania