Rain In Hell

I wanted to invite you on this trip I’m taking. But I didn’t want to see you cry, As your razor red skin’s breaking. And we descend to the sky. But what we thought was light, Just passing fire. We enter the night, And still you don’t cry. Out to me as we land, On the cold ground in fear. We realize that all along, Our Hell was here. Right in this city, So soulless and strange. I start to smile, As it’s starting to rain. You look to the moon, From which the tears fell. And laugh as I tell you, “It’s Raining In Hell.”