ARTIFICIAL PARADISE
Locked up in a room
A coffin with no light
But all you have to do
Is deceive your mind
A flower made of sand
Dances on your hands
A piece of universe
With immaculate stars (come on)
With balmy beetles of the night
And secular trees to bind your sight
I ll paint your artificial paradise
I can use my hands like I can use my mind
I m gonna change your mind
You blame me for your grief
You curse me for your lies
You stare at the sun
Just to blind your eyes
A sane insanity
Goes along with your dreams
But the hunger of your rage
Is just a toothless bite (come on)
With balmy beetles of the night
And secular trees to bind your sight
I ll paint your artificial paradise
I can use my hands like I can use my mind
I m gonna change your mind
I m gonna change your mind
I m gonna change your mind