infiltration. it's untold Raping life from other nations The ritual explosive fires Rewarding enemies Shells of empty faces, crying to be free Dying free, the spirits
be born what it takes when the last has fallen what it is this the despondency within us all maybe I'm already dead or maybe I'm still alive draining spirit
Your sense will break through Sadness lives after we die The pain of life increased outright Contest my sins priorities Crushed my spirit to it's knees
can call mine? For years I have waded through bland mediocrity, watched my hopes sink in a mire of negation. Yet why pay the cost for a paradise lost
I give it one more try I said things that I meant to say The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade I go out to the golden age The spirit is right and the spirit
a little bit too late I forgot about real-time So lost in how you remind me Of the dream that got away But this all Too much, too soon for you In the middle of paradise
give it one more try I said things that I meant to say The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade I go out to the golden age The spirit is right and the spirit
in paradise Could roll a four Could roll a nine Find yourself washed up in paradise Just like before She never used to mind I lost my phone in paradise
gleem left them blind, it seems they all scared Want to get money but your heart ain't there Your mind ain't writin', the drugs got you lost in fear Luv
up at the table, still put dope in the bag and still got dope, under the mattress It was hustle before rappin, nuttin before that and 12 years old, a lost
whole wide world has got to be in the middle of the ocean floor I see you poking out the ocean, paradise on earth the 50th state... What!? Hawaii! oooooooooooh I wanna believe Theres
too much, too well My mortal soul is in despair A punishment I cannot bear Forsaken by God, exiled to the land of lost souls Into the unknown, tortured spirit
is where she waits. Lost soul still wondering, meant to die, but shes stuck not crossing over. The other side is where he waits. This spirit
the lunatic's legacy Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy Born lifeless into a world of coma As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost Missing
'm the master brain Join my morbid parade - A horrid masquerade My dark blood is screaming from the past, the spirits of a lost generation The howling
Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second