Dream of paradise,
Of birds singing and palm trees,
Of golden sands and azure seas.
Watch me come,
Break your paradise apart,
Break your wounding heart.
See the fire,
The fire caused by my destruction,
The liar created by it's ressurection.
Wonder why I,
Feel so much loneliness,
Feel like my sadness can't repress.
See what happens,
When I come along,
When the birs wont sing their song. |