Underneath the fires of hell Is a little heaven Underneath the pit of despair Is a little haven Why else do we do this to ourselves? Why take the chances? Flying into darkness ahead While the public glances Why else would we look for a way To manifest our demons Begging for the critics to come And grace us with opinions It's so crazy that we do this to ourselves Taking these chances There must be something other than this Heat and light That then draws us into this game Of moths to a flame There must be something other than this Heat and light That then draws us into this game Of moths to a flame