| Song | Hell Is |
| Artist | Overkill |
| Album | Immortalis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ellsworth, Verni | |
| Sweeter, then you leave me | |
| Hanging on a circle | |
| Nine to the center of eternity divine | |
| And if you don't believe me | |
| Sorrow has a purpose | |
| Forgiving indiscretions, left for me the blind | |
| And when the judgement rendered | |
| Incapacitation | |
| Forever is just nothing when your trading it for time | |
| Angel on my shoulder | |
| Devil in my pocket | |
| I'm just doing fine, on the line | |
| Hell is, for the not like them | |
| All fired up and ready for the promised land | |
| Hell is, for the other man | |
| All fired up, doing the best he can | |
| Attendance is required | |
| For those less inspired | |
| Patience is a vice counting one through nine | |
| And if it was desire | |
| That brings you into fire | |
| The outer rings are knocking | |
| For the very last time | |
| All the souls are grieving | |
| Murderers are thieving | |
| Suffer at the core is a friend of mine | |
| Angel on my shoulder | |
| Devil hot and colder | |
| I'm just doing fine, on the line | |
| We condemn, false accusation | |
| We condemn, man's liberation | |
| We condemn, no reservation | |
| We condemn, abomination | |
| We condemn, all accusation | |
| We condemn, man's innovation | |
| We condemn, no reservation | |
| We condemn, abomination | |
| Bitter as you grieve me, never did you believe me | |
| Judgement at the center of eternity divine | |
| Contentment is illusive, religiously intrusive | |
| Tell me where to go, tell me where to sign | |
| An when the child's finished | |
| And the man diminished | |
| Remember that he is still a friend of mine | |
| Angel in my pocket, devil on a rocket | |
| I'm just doing fine |
| zuo ci : Ellsworth, Verni | |
| Sweeter, then you leave me | |
| Hanging on a circle | |
| Nine to the center of eternity divine | |
| And if you don' t believe me | |
| Sorrow has a purpose | |
| Forgiving indiscretions, left for me the blind | |
| And when the judgement rendered | |
| Incapacitation | |
| Forever is just nothing when your trading it for time | |
| Angel on my shoulder | |
| Devil in my pocket | |
| I' m just doing fine, on the line | |
| Hell is, for the not like them | |
| All fired up and ready for the promised land | |
| Hell is, for the other man | |
| All fired up, doing the best he can | |
| Attendance is required | |
| For those less inspired | |
| Patience is a vice counting one through nine | |
| And if it was desire | |
| That brings you into fire | |
| The outer rings are knocking | |
| For the very last time | |
| All the souls are grieving | |
| Murderers are thieving | |
| Suffer at the core is a friend of mine | |
| Angel on my shoulder | |
| Devil hot and colder | |
| I' m just doing fine, on the line | |
| We condemn, false accusation | |
| We condemn, man' s liberation | |
| We condemn, no reservation | |
| We condemn, abomination | |
| We condemn, all accusation | |
| We condemn, man' s innovation | |
| We condemn, no reservation | |
| We condemn, abomination | |
| Bitter as you grieve me, never did you believe me | |
| Judgement at the center of eternity divine | |
| Contentment is illusive, religiously intrusive | |
| Tell me where to go, tell me where to sign | |
| An when the child' s finished | |
| And the man diminished | |
| Remember that he is still a friend of mine | |
| Angel in my pocket, devil on a rocket | |
| I' m just doing fine |
| zuò cí : Ellsworth, Verni | |
| Sweeter, then you leave me | |
| Hanging on a circle | |
| Nine to the center of eternity divine | |
| And if you don' t believe me | |
| Sorrow has a purpose | |
| Forgiving indiscretions, left for me the blind | |
| And when the judgement rendered | |
| Incapacitation | |
| Forever is just nothing when your trading it for time | |
| Angel on my shoulder | |
| Devil in my pocket | |
| I' m just doing fine, on the line | |
| Hell is, for the not like them | |
| All fired up and ready for the promised land | |
| Hell is, for the other man | |
| All fired up, doing the best he can | |
| Attendance is required | |
| For those less inspired | |
| Patience is a vice counting one through nine | |
| And if it was desire | |
| That brings you into fire | |
| The outer rings are knocking | |
| For the very last time | |
| All the souls are grieving | |
| Murderers are thieving | |
| Suffer at the core is a friend of mine | |
| Angel on my shoulder | |
| Devil hot and colder | |
| I' m just doing fine, on the line | |
| We condemn, false accusation | |
| We condemn, man' s liberation | |
| We condemn, no reservation | |
| We condemn, abomination | |
| We condemn, all accusation | |
| We condemn, man' s innovation | |
| We condemn, no reservation | |
| We condemn, abomination | |
| Bitter as you grieve me, never did you believe me | |
| Judgement at the center of eternity divine | |
| Contentment is illusive, religiously intrusive | |
| Tell me where to go, tell me where to sign | |
| An when the child' s finished | |
| And the man diminished | |
| Remember that he is still a friend of mine | |
| Angel in my pocket, devil on a rocket | |
| I' m just doing fine |