As we wait here for a sign
We are greeted by the end of time
As we wait here for a sign
We are greeted by the end of time
As we wait here for a sign
We are greeted by the end of time
These streets aren’t paved with gold
You’re my everything
My soul is growing cold
These streets aren’t paved with gold
You’re my everything
My soul is growing cold
That background sure looks like the city of the dead. God has taken me to hell. The feeling there felt so dark, and full of doom. Most Christians believe that the dead are being tormented, but the dead, are just that, dead.
Blast this on the biggest sound system you can find, then sit down and close your eyes.
The magic happens when you can feel the bass literally moving your heart.