that I made for you Betray the treasures within hearts Is there something in death that you think reflects your life? Come taste the loss that I feel, challenge paradise
Prijevod: Paradise Lost. Otrov.
Slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic Sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it Temptation marches along till I'm surrounded
changing your acetone mono We're high tech phonos slash ?? Labyrinth spreading chaotic activity Wide open door frivolling away like cumulus clouds Your a black rose lost
[Mad Child] slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic sensational recreational narcotics I thought I lost it but I found it temptation marches
We poison our hearts We poison our seas We burn down the paradise We're stoppin' good waves We're losin' our trees The future looks bright ahead I don
look at your own reflection Right before your eyes It turns to steel There's another side of heaven This way to technical paradise Find it on the other
to the slave castles where the water is cursed From where police brutality?s not half as nice It makes the hood in America look like paradise Compared
boys baptized in war Morphine, chill scream, bad dream Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison
They don't pay no alimony, I like the simple life But I'm drawn back to the heat and the lights Drinking your poison dry Nobody loves an apothecary Paradise lost
castles where the water is cursed from where police brutality's not half as nice It makes the hood in America look like paradise compared to the AIDS
thorns to dig up in my lifeline A metaphor for nighttime, ante up the slight cost of exhaustion To salute the moon of our paradise lost and you're a
I've begun Stop to think of all the time I've lost Start to think of all the Bridges that I've burned That must be crossed Over, over, over Take me over 'Cause I've been poison
here to stay No tomorrow, no today In no man's land they lay to waste Vulture culture is here to stay Vulture culture is here to stay Paradise lost
-ove -ove -ove -ove -ove With the taste of your lips, I'm on a ride. You're toxic, I'm a slipping under. With the taste of a poison paradise, I'm
