Paradise Hunt, one bare idea of Fragile and violent mind
Designed by people around the world without hope
Rip our heart apart, but no matter what they’re still hold it tight
is it just me? or it is an actual drug we’re advancing

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Anyway, the fire burns away
inside my little world and the place where you suppose to be

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Phantom is tomorrow, there’s nothing but anxiety and sorrow
feel its shade upon your conscience
it stings, when it wraps your pray with sin that bleeds
is it just me? or it’s a mutual poison we are doing?

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somehow it breaks our heart
outside our little world and the place where I suppose to be