Concerned you'd ask, "Son what's with your trembling hands?" And I'd reply, "Jesus Christ, I am a God fearing man, And I've been scared stiff since I was a kid, That hell is a place, made just to show grace To a rigid list of, Well intentioned Calvinists." And as it dies it's in the mist, It's in the distance bringing all things into existence It's not, it won't, it can't exist Spend enough time fully aware That it existed If it's too hard to swallow Take your leave If damned halls may follow... Perplexed you'd ask, "Is that where you hang your head? And I respond, Oh my god, I'm too nervous to take a stand And I've been anxious since My father got sick, When hell was a place Made up to show grace To those of us who just can't Oh, we've tried, but we just get behind a place like that Seems this toils my life... And if I start crying now I may never stop