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Blame Paradise

de The Dear Hunter

Millions of minds express opinions like they're gospel
(Its facts and figures find you'll fade of decay)
And all the pushers stand in line so vaingloriously hostile
(If they had their way, we'd have no escape)
So I beg for rationale, it the midst of all the rage
But I'm met with reduction again
I offend before I've opened my mouth
To resent, I present there's nothing pleasant to say

(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we weigh the wreckage of this false information
That you can't deny
Tell me this isn't real life

Did you believe it?
Can you unsee it?
It isn't difficult to scribe a scheme if you manage to master the subtleties of doublespeak
But I can't keep up, no, the stories creep up
Hell, I'm not invincible to tricks that treat
The believer appears with deceit to boost the dignity

(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we weigh the wreckage of this false information
That you can't deny
Tell me this isn't real life

Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while our enemies achieve the ends to all their means
Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while our enemies achieve the ends to all their means

(Blame paradise for giving us these ways to stay oblivious
Deliriously glued to all our interrupts that interrupt real)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we weigh the wreckage of this false information
That you can't deny
A fantasy that aches to acidify
And still it spreads like a wild fire
Too many lies on which we rely
Tell me this isn't real

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