You've survived the genocide, all the damage done on the inside. Waiting for the tides to change, all the while going insane. I can see the end is growing near - I can feel the tension in your heart. I can taste your bittersweet lips, a true work of art. Paralyze your paradise, insert the needle so precise. Left to endure the side-effects of what is that you expect. You left the lights on, never knowing if you'd come again. The words you whisper in my ears, the words they sound so clear. You left the lights on, never knowing if you'd come again. The words you whisper in my ears, I refuse to hear. Paralyze your paradise, insert the needle so precise. Left to endure the side-effects of what it is that you expect.
