• The wind is like fire to my face,
    and even though it burns i can't turn away.
    The wind beats harder on my face,
    as it goes a little faster.
    The road is like lava,
    andthe river is dry.
    The sky starts to cry,
    but instead of rain it is fire.
    There is no water,
    it has all turned to dust.
    As i ride in the passenger seat,
    I see the firey gates of hell.
    As i look at my driver to ask where we were going,
    i saw horns and a crown of fire.
    He smiled and with a low voice said 'hell'.
    I was being driven to hell,
    and the devil was my driver.
    My wings were ripped off,
    so that i couldn't fly away.
    I'm stuck in hell,
    thanks goes to you.