Fresh Hell by Connor Douglas Ferguson published on 2025-01-15T06:16:23Z Written by Connor Douglas Ferguson Produced by Alex Newport I want speed and alcohol And boys who speak with southern drawl Can’t call me a hedonist If I aim to hurt and make a mess By the throat Of the flesh Who needs heaven With hell this fresh? Baptize me with all your sweat I want true love and that’s a threat He won’t call me his only bet But he’ll call me something better yet By the throat Of the flesh Who need heaven With hell this fresh? Give me all the things I’m needing I’m not here for no good reason Bite your hand until you’re feeding Rub your heart until it’s bleeding Woah now, you better not slow down If you don’t know how, I’ll do it on my own now By the throat of the flesh Who needs heaven With hell this fresh? Genre Alternative Rock