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 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