Turn a lamp on, let me talk to you
See that lightbulb, does something to you
Makes it a little harder to tell a lie, don’t it
Make it difficult to run and hide, don’t it
Tell the truth to me, good truth to me
Come close to me if that’s you
I want to see the detail in those beautiful eyes
The lies

No wonder why, there’s no mirrors on these walls no more
You can’t tell me why, you’re so terrified of beautiful
Scared of the good, more than the evil
Scared of the light, more than the dark
Scared of the truth so much more than the lie
I’m scared for you
I’m scared of you
Scared of beautiful