We hide ourselves in paradise These homes away from life Why we do what we do? We can not always explain This truth is not a restraint Merely a vision of neccessary means
Paradise is burning - right before our eyes Paradise is gone - so we have gained a loss Paradise is like confusion - we do all this to survive? Paradise is a burning bridge - left in our tracks She is gone - so we have gained this loss Paradise is confusing - how can we survive? Paradise is burning bridges that place blame and tell lies? If paradise is confusion - how can we all survive? All pretty things begin to wrinkle in the hands of Peons who play master causing hours to burn by faster All things ugly will begin to blossom To new beginnings, the bearing of fresh seeds
We hide ourselves in paradise Our home away from life Why we've done what we've done We cannot explain This truth is a restraint Without a vision of neccessary meansTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
