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PARADISE IN PERDITION
And as your world falls apart
By the making of your own heart
Was there really no other way
To crawl into your cold grave?
Fucked up, you wonder the rain with no face
Nothing else left to do but place the blame
Misunderstood and shackled in the rain
No legacy to leave so leave a stain
I’ll be there as you burn your Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
I will leave a rose on your altar
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
You’re as cold as a carcass
Tattooed and marked as a harlot
The addiction feeds misery
And the rest is history
Goddamned, mirrored by your worst enemy
In black and white but red is all you see
Only corpses hang in your family tree
The road ahead is paved with heresy
You’ll be there as I burn my Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
Will you leave a rose on my altar?
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
In your darkest hour
With the wolves at your door
When the ghosts come calling
You won’t face it alone
AND WITH EACH STRANGLED BREATH
AND FACES OF DEATH
WE WILL WALK THE PATH TOGETHER
TO HELL, MY DEAR
I’ll be there as you burn your Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
I will leave a rose on your altar
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
EACH STRANGLED BREATH
FACES OF DEATH
You’ll be there as I burn my Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
Will you leave a rose on my altar?
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
EACH STRANGLED BREATH
FACES OF DEATH
HELL HOLDS NO HORROR
FOR US, MY DEAR
By the making of your own heart
Was there really no other way
To crawl into your cold grave?
Fucked up, you wonder the rain with no face
Nothing else left to do but place the blame
Misunderstood and shackled in the rain
No legacy to leave so leave a stain
I’ll be there as you burn your Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
I will leave a rose on your altar
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
You’re as cold as a carcass
Tattooed and marked as a harlot
The addiction feeds misery
And the rest is history
Goddamned, mirrored by your worst enemy
In black and white but red is all you see
Only corpses hang in your family tree
The road ahead is paved with heresy
You’ll be there as I burn my Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
Will you leave a rose on my altar?
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
In your darkest hour
With the wolves at your door
When the ghosts come calling
You won’t face it alone
AND WITH EACH STRANGLED BREATH
AND FACES OF DEATH
WE WILL WALK THE PATH TOGETHER
TO HELL, MY DEAR
I’ll be there as you burn your Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
I will leave a rose on your altar
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
EACH STRANGLED BREATH
FACES OF DEATH
You’ll be there as I burn my Eden
when PARADISE becomes PERDITION
Will you leave a rose on my altar?
the PARADIGM of POSSESSION
EACH STRANGLED BREATH
FACES OF DEATH
HELL HOLDS NO HORROR
FOR US, MY DEAR
Published 7th Apr 2020
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© 2020 Frank Green
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