Hölle - Grim104

{Part 1}
Summer in Berlin, it was my first
But I didn't float through the clubs and bars
I floated through a black void, like a feather
The UFO crashed at Leopold Square

My neighbour messed up, from the flat
The piercing stench of
Sickness, spam and decay
Yellow fingernails claw and tear at my skin
When I lie asleep, in my dreams, to this day

Bodies lie crooked in front of the Volksbank
Sleeping in filth, feet black like soot
See them around every day for two years
And then all of a sudden, they're gone for good

Affordable housing
Curtains all yellowed
Windows smashed in
The circles of hell don't
Run through the deepest
Depths of the earth, but
Right through the heart of Berlin!

{Hook}
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be, this must be, this must be Hell!

{Part 2}
The lords of this hellhole were mongrels and beggars
And seniors and bangers and gangsters
Soon they'll be newspaper editors, men wearing suits
Hell really has been changing, uh!

Just take a look at the old pub
The young all yearn to be like the broken
But one gets a call back from the theatre
And for the other, no new doors will ever open

Vanished in Biesdorf and Tegel and Spandau
And Marzahn – you know how it is
Two weeks of hunting apartments in Berlin and
You wake up a communist, uh!

One hundred people, one thousand rent monthly
One bedroom free to move in
The circles of hell take their course up here with us
Under the sky, at the heart of Berlin

{Hook}
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be, this must be, this must be Hell!

{Bridge}
Maybe hell's jaws sprung open when I moved to the capital
Or when I bought that expensive racing bike
Colour of my hair, sound of my name, part of the problem
There used to be a Moritz here, now there's like ten
A tree in hell is dying, and I'm on its highest branch
As a newcomer here who hates other newcomers

{Hook}
(Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be Hell! (Hell, Hell, Hell)
This must be, this must be, this must be Hell!