Testo di Paradise

After midnight's glow and morning's gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of self-loathing waking up from the longest dream where we're all running away it's a sobering experience still sinking still spinning still hanging by a thread I've been thinking I'll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling these demons and stopping sirens from screaming lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship we're all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped in our bodies in out rooms in out cities with our words