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 every thing 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 springtime yawning high in the haze and I felt like I belong come with me come with me come with me come with me...