Gates of Hell

Maybe I'm closer to the brink of my final destination, the ending of all endings and complete detonation. Maybe I stand at the crossroads with my black rose in hand patronizing the death of my closest friend. There will be no apologies there will be no remorse You chose your own last supper and karma's serving up that final course... You can meet me at the gates, the ones you know so well and remember the face of an angel the one you caused to stumble and then helplessly you let fell and when we both arrive at our destination we can enter it together, hell, in our domestication