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Title: Some Call It Hell ©2026 – Mike J / Aetaveum An introduction theme to all not having experienced a setting in which the threat of death is the everyday normal state of existence and what is deemed peace is an expensive desire in a faint memory rarely seen and even less seldom experienced. Lyrics: No... way... out. No... way... out. What some call Hell I call home Concrete coffin, iron throne Air so thick it scars the lung Here the weak break slow I was made for war, bred in flame Others would shatter, none remain Step in once and understand This is not forgiving land Feel the ceiling closing in Hear your courage growing thin What some call Hell I call home Locked inside this flesh and bone No open gate, no stepping stone Every breath a grinding moan You were never built to roam You were never meant to own What some call Hell I call home Thrown in chains not by choice but fate Karma sealed your existence, mate Powerless in a choking pit Crushed beneath my feet you sit Beg for light - it does not care Scream for air - there is none here You are lesser in this place Stripped of pride and stripped of face Bow your head, accept the brand Feel the weight you cannot stand What some call Hell I call home Locked inside this flesh and bone No open gate, no stepping stone Every breath a grinding stone You were never built to roam You were never meant to own What some call Hell I call home Walls press tight around your spine Time erodes you line by line There is no exit, none to see Only slow eternity You are small and you are known As another broken tone Sink lower (You can’t rise) Close tighter (No more sky) Break slowly (Kneel down) Stay buried (Don’t fight) What some call Hell I call home Forged in war and overthrown You would crumble skin and bone I endure the undertone No release and no atone No salvation ever shown What some call Hell I call home Some call it Hell. ...but it's home to me. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Disclaimer ©2026 – No redistribution or AI training permitted. All rights reserved by Mike J / Aetaveum. AI tools were used in parts of the production. Final composition and production are human-directed using FFMPEG, Audacity 3.2 and other tools.