Weakened Paradise
What have we done?
What have crossed our minds?
There is nothing else to do
This is a thunder-stroke
And the lightning stroke twice
Vain is coming with the rain
Greed is in every seed
Is it just like a living sin?
Every good thing is withering
Or leaving its soul somewhere far from here
Leaving us bleeding
Leaving us bleeding
Safety might be under the trees
But there is no tree here
You feel the pain inside
You try to figure out
Is there a place in the Seventh Heaven
Or will you die in here?
While it takes us over
There is nothing else to do
Than listening to the silence
This should-have-been-Everlasting-Paradise
Left us bleeding
Left us bleeding
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