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Hell Is What You Make It by MBR

Lyrics Hell Is What You Make It (But Heaven Will Save Your Ass) Verse 1 Hell ain’t fire and brimstone flames, It’s Monday morning, guilt, and unpaid claims, Burnt toast, dead phone, coffee gone cold, Arguing with strangers ‘bout crap you were never sold. Hell is traffic when you’re already late, GPS says “recalculating” now you’re testing fate, It’s your brain at 3 a.m. running highlight reels, Of dumb things you said and unpaid emotional bills. Hell is carrying grudges like a badge of pride, Dragging yesterday’s garbage along for the ride, It’s drinking poison, hoping someone else feels sick, While your own peace gets buried brick by brick. Pre-Chorus Yeah, hell talks loud, knows your name, Whispers every doubt, feeds the shame, But just when you think you’re done and lost There’s a voice cutting through the noise that says Chorus 🎶 Hell is what you make it, yeah it lives in your head, Built outta fear and the things you never said, But Heaven ain’t waiting till you’re perfect or blessed, It shows up late-night when you’re a wreck and a mess. You can fall, you can fail, you can laugh at the mess, Hell may trip you up But Heaven will save your ass 🎶 Verse 2 Hell is “what if,” “should’ve,” “back then,” Rewriting your past like it’ll change in the end, It’s calling yourself names you’d never say out loud, Being your own worst enemy, bitter and proud. Hell is thinking you’re stuck where you stand, That life dealt you junk with no backup plan, It’s believing the lie you’re too far gone, That redemption packed up and already moved on. But Heaven oh Heaven don’t work that way, It sneaks in sideways on your worst damn day, In cheap diner laughs and bad advice, In a friend who says, “Breathe, man… you’ll survive.” Pre-Chorus Yeah, Heaven don’t care ‘bout halos or wings, It shows up wearing ordinary things, And right when you’re ready to give up the fight It leans in close and says Chorus 🎶 Hell is what you make it, yeah it feeds on regret, On the lies you replay and refuse to forget, But Heaven don’t ask you to clean up first, It meets you right there at your absolute worst. You can crawl, you can curse, you can laugh through the stress, Hell may knock you down But Heaven will save your ass 🎶 Bridge Maybe Heaven’s mercy, maybe it’s grace, Maybe it’s just getting back up in the race, Maybe it’s choosing to laugh instead of break, Or forgiving someone for your own damn sake. Maybe it’s hope in a cracked-up cup, Or finding the strength just to still show up, You ain’t done yet, no matter what Hell says Heaven’s got plans you ain’t seen yet. Final Chorus 🎶 Hell is what you make it, you can build it all day, With every “I can’t” and every fear you obey, But Heaven’s louder if you give it a chance, It’ll pull you out laughing when life kicks your ass. So fall if you must, scream, cry, confess, Hell might scare you stiff But Heaven will save