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AFFAIRS OF A BLOODY PARADISE
I hear music from the room
I see darkness around the world
Children playing on the swings
Will turn to zombies on rusted rings
Chaos around you will stay that way
No one wants to change the plays
The mighty will cower at the weak
And stab themselves over a sink
Catch the blood
Yes, hurry now
To drink later if the world goes round
Six years ago the venom spread
To my heart and to my head
Suffering of cancer only leads to death
When you see your icy breath
Crying is good way to slit your hand
Then say it's a new band
Stick your finger in a fan
And let the blood fall to the ground
Delete memories of peace and joy
Because the world is God's toy
I see darkness around the world
Children playing on the swings
Will turn to zombies on rusted rings
Chaos around you will stay that way
No one wants to change the plays
The mighty will cower at the weak
And stab themselves over a sink
Catch the blood
Yes, hurry now
To drink later if the world goes round
Six years ago the venom spread
To my heart and to my head
Suffering of cancer only leads to death
When you see your icy breath
Crying is good way to slit your hand
Then say it's a new band
Stick your finger in a fan
And let the blood fall to the ground
Delete memories of peace and joy
Because the world is God's toy
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