Paradox

We are so malignant, bitter and twisted.

It’s just another game while you cry again.

We are so malignant, bitter and twisted.

It’s just another game while you cry again.

Black drought, word will spread.

cancer inside of our heads.

Shining the sun,

blowing the wind.

I don’t need to feel like I can’t do this all on my own.

I have learned to love the embrace of time,

the only constant is a crutch giving our last days.

We are so malignant, bitter and twisted.

It’s just another game while you cry again.

Rapture of the dying age, it’s only getting worse

with an idle mind in a real life.

I have learned to love the embrace of time,

the only constant is a crutch giving our last days.

Drowning my pain.

hoping you can find what is your war

I don’t need to feel like I can’t do this all on my own.

I have learned to love the embrace of time,

the only constant is a crutch giving our last days.

Black drought, word will spread.

cancer inside of our heads.