I live within the gates of hell
But just inside the boundary doors
The environment is not that bad
It’s warm, but doesn’t make me sad
Though I often hear the Devil’s roars
How I got here? — hard to say
A year ago I woke up here
My life was mostly pretty good
I made a living chopping wood
And sometime ended with a beer
I’m guessing that the main cause was
The day I killed a random guy