Why the hell are we going to hell?
If the trees spoke in that land,
you’d hear how painful that place is.
lie to your work mom and dad, tell them it’s an emergency,
they’ll never believe your truth in having a family emergency in hell.
I doubt the co-workers have read anything by ‘Dante Alighieri’,
the thought of going to hell is nothing but child’s play.
Visons of hell Differ from ones imagination.
Why are we going to hell?
What’s so great about hell?
Last time I went, there was nothing good about that trip.
What doesn’t concern me is being there, what concerns me is getting there.
A roadtrip, we’re not rich, and we’re not middle class so hotels are no option.
I have to sleep in a pod,
crawl in a painful fetal position for three nights.
After three nights, we reach to our level in hell.
Foil, metallic, bent metal apocalyptic ghetto,
creatures crawling from small gaps and going inside dead bodies.
Fire in the sky
Lava in the grounds
The sun growling and prowling on the horizon.