, it's not the torment of the flames That finally see your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
shoot It's not the torment of the flames That finally see your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
Traducción: Elvis Costello. This Is Hell.
It's not the torment of the flames That finally see your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
