paranoid paradise
paranoid paradise
man in the mirror
we’re in dream on highway
endless conversation
like broken tape machine
man in the mirror
trapped in a strange shape
not a younger nor older
just two arms and two legs
can't belong anywhere
even if disappeared
no one will ever notice
just bloodstain on a road
paranoid paradise
paranoid paradise
man in the mirror
wish were practice game
never fixed just hiding again
like stacked tracks
man in the mirror
hovering in shadow
choosing to postpone a choice
choosing not to choice
just burning a day
to make unfinished trace
just burning a day
paranoid paradise
i’m free in incomplete
paranoid paradise
I’m happy to live in
possibility
paranoid paradise
i’m free in inconsistency
paranoid paradise
I’m happy to run away
over and again