Let me take you on a Journey

Let me warn you before we start

This won't be no picnic

We're not strolling the park

In your own imagination

See the awful sights unfold

When we reach our destination

Deep inside the sinners soul

See these tears that formed these rivers

That go rushing through his eyes

In this valley of heartache

Neath the mountain of lies

Hear the fields are cold and barren

Only yielding endless shame

And on the walls of life steep canyon

Sin has carved its name.

Now let us press a little deeper

Where a million dreams have died

And did ya hear that ole grim reaper

Suggesting suicide

Smell the smoke, feel the flames

Lord hell's volcanoes bound to blow

And ain't it a crying shame

Never let him know

And when we meet there'll be no souvenirs or anyone to claim

For the only thing were taking is the blame...