There’s a path I’ve heard that runs through Hell;
some come out crippled, others well.
Along this long meandering way
there are signs that we can play.
But as folk wander down this trail
the beauty that it has does fail
till deep within this crippling Hell
some souls are trapped within its spell.
Trapped within their own desire;
Consumed by their own Hell’s fire.
There’s no escaping to be free
Once this Hell on earth has captured thee.
It burns you from your very core
and through the pain you ask for more.
The freedom that was once your right
Is now your past – it’s lost from sight.
So stay far from that road to Hell;
keep to the path that keeps you well.