
I can't hear you talking very well
Situation is fucked
I'm not someone to run to
My heart stays locked up in a cell
Paradise is lost
Now I just pray to live long
Was it you who said they're dreams of grandeur?
Was it me that stooped so low?
I pick my head up
Now I'm feeling better
All my demons taught me very well
My permission is gone
Maybe I'm the god of gods
I watch them burning in my hell
Paradise is lost
Now I just pray to live long
Was it you who said they're dreams of grandeur?
Was it me that stooped so low?
I pick my head up
Now I'm feeling better
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