Start the day with a silent song
Wake the buried in Abaddon
Put the kettle on
Try a look that reflects yourself
Clear out every nook and shelf
No, it won't take long
Every choice is wrong
Habits that set a steady routine
Grounded in pain, find your center
Make the most of every scream
The endless flame, a terrible pleasure
Treat your space like a character
Dressed in flesh and furniture
No personality
Before you know it
This void will feel like home
Airless and all alone
The dead are family
Throw away the key
Free and serene to welcome guests
Match the drinks to the weather
Clear as you work to lower your stress
Then all at once the Legion is everywhere
Even when it's hectic
Don't forget to day-plan
Set aside some time
And prepare for a life
Of perdition
Impenitent and chained
Forever aching
Lift your hands and pray
The better angels
To carry you through the veil
Now you're ready to meet the day
It's the final phase
You've been waiting for
When every enemy and friend
Waves farewell
You're making home in hell
Making home in hell
Making home in hell
Making home in hell
Look at each day as a whole
Making home in hell
Order chores by convenience
Making home in hell
End heavy meals with a light dessert
Making home in hell
Who would guess you're lost in the darkness
Making home in hell