Private Hell
Alice In Chains - Black Gives Way to Blue
And then remove another too
Painted words adorn the walls
You rarely find it to begin
To let you all the way in
I'm used to my little cell
In my very own private hell
I'm used to my little cell
In my very own private hell
Where I threw you on a turn
Flowers on a cross remain
Damn it all if blood you spill
Turn the grass more green
I'm used to my little cell
In my very own private hell
I'm used to my little cell
In my very own private hell
In my very own private hell