Morbid Beauty (In Hell?)

I am circled of fire
I know soon or later I will Burn
Voices are telling to resist untill the death

I Know you can have it,
those little demons in your head
And voices are telling to belive untill the death

Despite of the chaos and disorder
i dont feel, I dont have feelings anymore

I can see this morbid beauty that seduces me, like a dance of flames.