Warn your friends: I’m no good. Turn away if I start to move my lips, Don’t let the words come out. Warn your sister not to smoke Or to laugh when she lights her cigarettes. Don’t let the smoke get in. She goes back & forth Across the street, buys a match, Just to throw it out and watch what burns. Fuck your friends, they’re no good, They’re the ones who start to turn away At the first sign of trouble. I ask myself, everyday, like a prayer: If we’re not going anywhere, Then how come I feel like I’m going to Hell? We go back & forth across the floor. We broke a lamp and opened up the door When we fell inside. Tell yourself you were right, Justified in every single way, So you can sleep at night. I ask myself, everyday, like a prayer: If there’s no God & Lucifer, Then how come I feel like I’m going to Hell When I go back & forth across the states? You break a stick, just to throw it out And watch what burns As you go back & forth around the kit, Sometimes it sounds like rocks falling down the stairs And I know we both failed. This song’s called “Going to Hell” And it’s going to shit. Why would pull from my life just to pen a confessional? Should I have held back? Or fictionalized? Used artful compression? Leaned hard on metaphor? Subtle or extended to flirt with the Absurd? Let’s pretend all our friends are together, Raising a glass in our names And nobody got hurt In the making of “Going to Hell.”