In Hell

You may find
 My appearance and demeanor foolish
 But it is you who plays the fool
 For although I am only a student of the victim
 I have many, many styles
 Try my choking style
 Shaolin Puff'n'Stuff
 (I have no idea)
 Every time you humored me
 You patronized my misery
 The yesterday's mean nothing now
 They never mattered anyhow
 Oh well, in hell, we like it well
 We think it's nice, we think it's swell
 I've fucked up so many times
 the more I think, the more I sink
 Into the drain
 Of pain and misery
 The sickness of feeling
 Will end someday
 Often times I wonder why
 There's love and hate, there's live or die
 When sickness comes I must decide
 When feelings go, there's suicide
 Oh well, in hell, we like it well
 We think it's nice, we think it's swell
 We'll drink a cup of kindness yet
 In hell we learn but soon forget
 Hell is life
 You must admit this is true
 But don't take it so serious
 It ends so soon
 In hell
 Oh well