Hells Kitchen

This town is hotter than the end of a freshly fired pistol. Everywhere you look, you see the devil. I'm trapped in this hell momentarily. They keep telling me I won't get out. I say fuck you and your fake wishes. I feed of the negative energy you are throwing at me. I fell down on my knees, and yeah, I prayed. Cause heaven seems a million miles away. I dream of all the things I'll say, on that day. But for now I'm cooking up in Hells Kitchen. I'll get out one day. And on that day you'll be baffled. I thought I'd never see the day. I'm making my dreams come true, no thanks to you. One day at a time. When I tell my story I hope you'll listen. But for now, I'm cooking up in Hells Kitchen.