you walked into this plastic paradise
deceiver or truth-dealer, you decide
& now you're in my head, what does that say?
about the kind of games we came to play
What does it mean? How do I survive?
In your beautiful dream; in your beautiful life
I wanna come clean when I look in your eyes
I wanna believe in your beautiful lies
But I can only be here for so long
the more I stay - the more I don't belong
As the drums announce we are trapped inside a snare
I realise you're the bait which got me there
What does it mean? How do I survive?
In your beautiful dream; in your beautiful life
I wanna come clean when I look in your eyes
I wanna believe in your beautiful lies
always in your scheming the pleasure & the price
but all that I am feeling is more than paradise
always in my dreaming you taste like cherry ice
all while I am being a scream in paradise
always in your scheming the pleasure & the price
but all that I am feeling is more than paradise
