Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Hell is Chrome by Wilco

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
 
 
 

1 comment:

Aaron Vattano said...

Sometimes you learn that the thing you feared your whole life is the one thing you have been lacking. The one thing you need. But how rare it is that we actually accept it and take it.