Peaceful mind, with invisible scars, scars that won't heal.
Dead alive, butterflies in my eye.
Howling hearts, quiet enemies.
Right or wrong, gravity holds, it holds me down.
Is it a sin I can not stop, or is it a dream that I can not drop?
Completing life with limited time, limited breathing time.
Chains of tranquillity, and simplicity choke, they're choking me.
Is it a sin I can not stop, or is it a dream that I can not drop?
I guess it's wrong, yes it's wrong.
It's so wrong, yes it's wrong.
And it feels like sugar, but tastes like rain.
And it's just like living, but without the pain.
When it tastes like sugar, but feels like rain,
then soon you'll discover it's all the same.
Drifting in the sea of salty thoughts.
Secret little lies tied up in knots.
It's all wrong, nothing's wrong.
Like a thundercloud in a clear blue sky.
Fighting wishful thoughts without knowing why.
It's alright, nothing's right.
Completed life has unlimited time, unlimited breathing time.
Stuck in serenity and simplicity it chokes, it's choking me.
Is it a sin I can not stop, or is it a dream that I can not drop?
I guess it's wrong, yes it's wrong.
It's so wrong, yes it's wrong.
Nothing's wrong!
And it feels like sugar, but tastes like rain.
And it's just like living, but without the pain.
When it tastes like sugar, but feels like rain,
then soon you'll discover it's all the same.
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