Ad Infinitum - This Is Hell

We breathe on borrowed time

We light these torches far too late

Inhale, exhale, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

The only things that ever seem to last are fuck you songs and epitaphs

So now we write new testaments on paper bags with ballpoint pens

I’d rather listen than write, I’d rather sit down than fight

When everyday is the same as the last, we’ll know our time us running out fast

Our lungs are working on borrowed time

These days we steal will be remembered as crimes

So inhale, (exhale), inhale, (exhale), repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

When every day is the same as the last, we’ll know our time is running out fast

We lit these torches far too late

Our lungs are working on borrowed time

These days will be remembered as crimes

We light these torches far too late

(We lit these torches far too late)

Inhale, exhale, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

When everyday is the same as the last, we’ll know our time running out fast

Our lungs are working on borrowed time

We lit these torches far too late

And now I know there’s hell to pay