Testo di Paradises Into Deserts

I can not bear this faking anymore Can't make any decisions Based on your facts Won't go down anymore To the sound of your devils laugh I can see that all you are Is just an age long fact Just have to wonder how You keep it all intact All is planned to the very last breath This whole picture is blurred All said to the very last word 'god is dead' haven't you heard? It holds your wrist It grabs your throat It carves you up And throws you around It winds you up and leaves you down The horns don't make a devil Just the lies and deceit The darkness don't make it evil Just what lies beneath Your light is much darker now Than the black i'm apart of Pack your bags for a final retreat All is planned to the very last breath This whole picture is blurred All said to the very last word 'god is dead' haven't you heard? It holds your wrist It grabs your throat It carves you up And throws you around It winds you up and leaves you down You fall You can not get up again So cold You freeze Feel like it won't ever end It holds your wrist...