I do not own South Park. If I did, Stan and Kyle would be gay lovers and Cartman would be dead.
Gateway — Kenny
Look in my eyes,
You can tell I am crazy.
Check out my skin,
It feels like it's blazing.
Sometimes I wonder
How I got here.
But then I remember—
It was all 'cause of fear.
I was looking for fun—
Nothing too dangerous—
When I stumbled upon
Something that changed us.
It was nothing really,
Just a bit of hash.
What I didn't know
Was I was in for a dash.
It started as a game—
A game called High—
But then it changed,
And so did I.
I started looking farther
For a way to have fun
And soon I was flyin'
High under the sun.
It wasn't so bad,
For a while anyways,
But soon I was starin'
Down Hell's Gateway.
I swear to God,
It's scary as shit
To be staring down
A fire-burning pit.
I was scared outta my mind—
I was here with the criminals!
This couldn't be true,
What I'd done was minimal.
I was wandering around,
Looking for guidance,
When I found Damien
And I immediately lightened.
He could help me,
Of that I was sure,
He'd understand
That I'm good! That I'm pure!
I explained that to him,
Speaking only with earnest,
To which he just laughed,
"Do you really think you earned it?"
I paused in a second,
I was confused by his words.
Did I really think I earned it?
"What else do I deserve?"
He was quiet for a second,
Only omitting a low chuckle,
As I summed up my actions
And my knees started to buckle.
"No!" I sobbed,
"That can't be true!
I haven't done anything!
Only hated a few!"
"That maybe that's it,"
He said in a purr,
"Maybe that's all it took
To end your life in a whir."
And then he was gone,
No trace left behind,
As I fell to my knees
And started to cry.
If there's anything I learned—
And I most certainly did—
It's to be careful what you do
And keep a hand on the lid.
So hear me out and hear me now,
Be weary of the Bell
For if you don't,
You'll end up at the Gateway of Hell…