Title: Down, down in the bowls of hell
By: Justin Leigh Shough

It's not over it's not too late
Seems as though it's paid off making me wait
Stare into the sun and hope it blinds me
Stare into your eyes and say I'm sorry

Down, down in the bowls of hell
The feelings that people keep hiding away from themselves

My heart tells me it's something
Back of my mind knows it's nothing
Age of wondering, I'm falling I'm stumbling
Can't find the words to finish this song
Can't find the money to carry this on

Down, down in the bowls of hell
The feelings that people keep hiding away from themselves

Don't let them dictate what you are doing
Something is somewhere that will put them to ruin
You wake up as I lay next to you starring at the ceiling
Thinking about last night and everything's meaning

Down, down in the bowls of hell
The feelings that people keep hiding away from themselves
Down, deeper and deeper below the people that live on the surface
The things that are evil the things that kill people
The things that come out at night, the things we keep locked away tonight.

And why is the question that i'm asking myself
Why is nothing really makin sense?