Is This Hell?, Pt. 1 Songtext
von L.A. Salami

I woke up with a rifle loaded with history
Duct-taped like a band-aid to my hands

I had to learn to shoot
Before I learned to stand
And I can′t tell
If this is hell

Mussolini taught me all of the trick shots
Saint Augustine said that I'd make the band

I learned to fly
Before I learned to land
And I can′t tell
If this is hell

The pastor's been mocking my religion
I have faith in facts based on certainties
I don't need to know the gender that you fear the most
We′re apes in clothes with ideas that grow


It′s hard to make a good decision
When your web of choices have been defiled

And all comprised
Of a way above lies
Oh, is this hell?
Is this hell?

Is this hell?
Is this hell?
Is this hell?
Is this hell?

(Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell?)
(Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell?)
(Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell?)
(Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell? Is this hell?)

I saw a man kill this one (where?)
One shot, went to their heart
(Are you sure?) Still there
What was he? (Someone)