Hell, hell is a shade, hell is a long day
A crooked comet’s trail
That leads me towards you
I’m made out of parts that were in the dark
Disaster strikes again
What can you do?

(What it’s like)
To be small in the arms of your life
(What it’s like)
To be small in the arms of your life
(What it’s like)
To be small in the arms of your life
(What it’s like)

Slight pain as a knife, just out of sight
I feel it in the back of my mind, hard to explain
Stop dreaming and crying all of the time
And misery takes hold of your mind
But what more remains?

(What it’s like)
To be small in the arms of your life
(What it’s like)
To bе small in the arms of your life
(What it’s like)
To bе small in the arms of your life
(What it’s like)
Hell, it’s a place we all go, sickly and slow
It’s someone that you already know
Someone you trust
And hell’s lens through a tube must view the whole world
Your friends, the food, the girls
Like it were all dust