I went to hell for fun last night,
and what I saw I can’t forget.
Thousands of tortured souls unite, as they all burned in my head.
I told them I was sorry;
I told them don’t forget
There’s good in everybody,
but sometimes we let it slip.
Hell was not a place of harmony, nor was it red
Instead souls crowded me,
while others just played dead.
There was a demon there,
whose name remains unspoken.
He lead me to a lair,
And said I was a token.
What I saw then, I can’t remember.
All I heard were the words he spoke.
And hell became like a cold December
While the air aound me made me choke.
The demon brought me to Satan’s lair –
So he could steal my soul.
There was no point in feeling despair
Because my soul was already sold.