Roses on the ground
Perfectly in place
Inviting me to walk on
A blackbird flies
Echoing the winds
Of a song
Is this the place
They call paradise?
Is this the home
We're promised when we die?
Nothing is beautiful
Nothing is beautiful
It is a lie.
It is a lie.
Heavy, is it even still beating?
Surrounding me are seven thousand crystal castles
Where waters crawl its way underneath stones of gold
Is this the place
They call paradise?
Lie.
Nothing is beautiful
It is a lie
Heavy, is it even still beating?