The paradox of hell
Is to fear your own self
When will you put your life on the shelf
The void of your chest, so below
And who do you trust, do you know
To keep your love in their home
And to promise to keep you warm
What is expected out of me
To have beauty, like the screens
What if it still burns
The flame doesn't discriminate
Will it trade your mind into the shade
Will it teach your love to hate
I can package my soul in a box
Only hide it away for a few days
I promise I won't hurt it, I will take care of it
Your fragile mind won't be destroyed
But would you ever trust me, so
To keep your love in my home
So that you can keep me warm
What is expected out of me
To have beauty, like the screens
What if it still burns
Because the flame doesn't discriminate
Will it trade your mind into the shade
Will it teach your love to hate