I need a point to start from I need a vessel to form To not to be just a blob I'm a viscous, glutinous lob. And I wish I could crystallize.
Crystal eyes... If you're no water you'll never be ice... Paradize... A myth that more looks like a parade of lies.
Crystal eyes... If you're no water you'll never be ice... Paradize... It sounds more like a parade of lies.
Lies... Lies.
And these eyes Are looking forward to see the good times Covered with flies The maggots hatching, it's a necessary sacrifice.
What you're starting to feel is pain How does it feel? You're realizing that you were wrong, Tell me, what is worse to feel? You want everything back But it's too late, sweety, It's too late sweety. No one is going to save you Actually, You don't even worth a pity
... It's nearly 1 percent Of what I felt Now I can't tell more cause I'm burned! But where should be an accent Is where roulette's chosen my turn, While it shouldn't be my turn. Yet.