Gone to Hell Songtext
von Sanford:

The bed still lingers with her perfume. Now it′s nine o clock
Eight hours later, my mind can't escape her or her golden locks
Stalking her image through my tiny dark mirror; I can′t shut it off
Dopamine triggers my neurotransmitters. My mind is caught

Can't you see, what they are up to now
Is it real? is it fake? Take a bow
It's all gone to hell somehow


Conversing for hours in early spring, she loved Paul & John
She could do without Ringo ′cause he couldn′t sing, Oh what a thought
My Starr defense, and it made perfect sense, how could I be wrong
Every note he played was perfectly laid for the song
Next day I rise and I open my eyes, scroll down my feed
Help! was the ad, that made me mad. They're listening

Can′t you see, what they are up to now
Is it real? Is it fake? Take a bow
It's all gone to hell somehow

A hard night′s day in the middle of may, I lacked discipline
You must tune out when that news starts to shout and float upstream
Look up don't bow your head to check the next thread. That life′s a mock
The Valley surveilled you, curtailed, and enslaved you... and sold you off

Can't you see, what they are up to now
It's all real. It′s all fake. Take a bow
It′s all gone to hell somehow