No negotiations in hell,
There is no image under the orange sky,
There's only lies behind tears,
Just do whatever you want.
On the other side, there is a price to pay for your journey.
If the soles of our feet wear shoes without utensils, the burning of asphalt burns the soles of our feet; though slowly. The skin you protect is so easily dried.
That is the least amount of reward.
Yaa... Lies behind tears