when your aspirations crumble at the feet of your tormentors and your jaw feels like its breaking on the cold hard tile floor and you're holding onto something that does farm more harm than good well then you've reached the pits off hell and there in hell you'll find the steel (to smash your skin until its calloused to grind your teeth down to the bone to tear your tongue out from its shelter and bleed out all alone when you get there we'll tread heavy through the boneyards and the filth we'll grace the presence of the vultures and spit fire of the gods) we'll both sit in our skin and hate the places we have known (when your back feels like its breaking and your skin has turned to stone) and you are standing in the fire and you are wishing to go back well then you've reached the pits of hell you've reached the pits of hell (i took this journey through the mirror took a chance to take my time to watch the cold hard steel of burden come and break my heart and spine) i took a blade, a glass, a noose and then I smashed my mind in two with a bottle, pills and notion that I could drink my problems dead I reached the cold pits of hell and split my bones in tow dragged my cold heart through the snow and felt the coldest burn of all the grief i've come to know the grief i've come to know (I took this journey through the mirror took a chance to take my time to watch the cold hard steel of burden come and break my heart and spine I took this journey through the mirror took a chance to take my time to watch the cold hard steel of burden come and break my heart and spine) I've got a story here to tell you and best you listen or grow cold 'cause if you choose the path i've chosen chances are you won't grow old won't grow old.