The dark grey road is glistening
in the late midnight rain.
I'm feeling weak, but I'm still standing,
waiting for the last bus to Hell.
Look, father, I told you I'd been listening;
I followed your trail through the terrain.
You deceived me, denied me every blessing -
see me now, boarding the last bus to Hell.
Defiance was my only tool,
in spite of what you told me to
I defied every single rule.
I'm on the last bus to Hell, father,
It's too late to save me now.
I'm among their rotting carcasses,
I'm singing their tortured songs.
Now I know you never knew the answer,
that I was fated to this somehow.
I've thrown away my crutches,
I know where my soul belongs.
I'm on the last bus to Hell, father,
take a look at your darling dear!
I stand here as Satan's concubine
and it's her revenge that you will fear.
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