I can't hear you talking very well
The 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 longWas it you that said that dreams of grandeur?
Was it me that stooped so low?
I pick my head up
Now I'm feeling betterAll 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 that said that dreams of grandeur?
Was it me that stooped so low?
I pick my head up
Now I'm feeling better
