Every young girl has heard of beauty in reference to pain
The quiet secret that hides behind closed doors
All the lovely girls strive for it, yet every young boy calls her vain
Well i think hell is a bit like that
Everyone thinks of that evil place as fire, as heat, and torture
Yet what i recall of pain is cold.
A desperate longing for a forgiving future.
I think hell is a bit like that
I see crimson murals of wet blood painted on walls, staining floors
I see the beauty of nature strangling those who take her for granted
I see vivacious flowers and graceful scenes taunting beyond open doors.
Just barely out of reach. Yeah
I think hell is a bit like that.
Written from “Strange Fruitz”