Hell Is Chrome

When the devil came, he was not red. He was chrome. Then he said, "Come with me. You must go."

so I went where everything was clean so precise and towering I was welcomed with

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

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, come with me, come with me,