They say some fall to hell in a waste basket.
But not so many as slide there with good intentions yet regrets.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions
Glory of words with not enough justification of actions
So gradual we hardly see our feet gradually slipping
Till hell’s toxic atmosphere we suddenly breathe
And now our souls are crushed by the darkness – the absence of light
When all that is love, life, and right is swallowed up by a tangible night
The irresistable urge of our depraved desires and fallen inclinations
A veneer of civilization atop that of pure degradation
We now slowly drift towards the bottom – eternal death our destiny
Tortured by our failure and God’s absence for eternity.
We flounder and fail – for this path to Hell is slippery
And at every turn we find ourselves affronted with treachery
Agh, if only we had known – that no matter how noble the deed
Or how good it seems – there’s a hook when the devil whispers in your ear
Just a little to the left, just sit back and relax. Let gravity take up the slack
And you’re drifting down to Hell’s gates with slim chance of getting back
Devils clinging onto your ankles, begging you to stay
You’d run, but they appear as angels come to whisk you away
So to their lying tongues you listen, and further into the lion’s cave
Till suddenly they transform and reveal their real shape
And now you find yourself lost in an ever spiralling abyss
Desperately trying to climb back out, drowning in the darkness