Hell Is Chrome


When the devil came
he was not red
he was chrome and he said
Come with me
you must go
so i went
where everything was clean
so precise and towering
I was welcomed
with open arms
i received so much help in every way
i felt no fear
i felt no fear
The air was crisp
like sunny late winter days
a springtime yawning high in the haze
and i felt like i belonged
come with me
Come with me
come with me
come with me
come with me
come with me
come with me
come with me