Heaven, Hell and Purgatory

I never know where I stand.
Which level I belong.
There’s history here, it dies with me,
The show won’t go on.
But I always find myself back.
Red to green and in between,
My reputation feeds me.
I still remember my first time with Armor in Hell,
But somehow I planned my escape to Heaven.
I know everything I’ve done has lead me here
But I’m not scared to go.
Lift up everything I own
And I’ll climb up.
Like a fake we’re the actors
Dishonouring the stage.
But we won’t hide our faces.
This masquerade remains to be seen.
So if we die out before we are through,
Did we really believe?
I know everything I’ve done has lead me here
But I’m not scared to go.
Lift up everything I own
And I’ll climb up.
As I pondered in silence, motionless in the Georgian heat
I realized nothing would ever be the same.
And at that moment I knew I could never replicate that feeling
Without destroying something I loved.
Wisdom, justice, moderation.
Slow down when you’re trying to speak the words don’t come clearly.
The letters spelling out, the spirits spilling out their guts.
Open the doors and show us who we are.
I know everything I’ve done has lead me here
But I’m not scared to go.
Lift up everything I own
And I’ll climb up.