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• Artiste: Dear Hunter (The)
• Titre: Blame Paradise
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Millions of minds press opinions like they're gospel (it's facts and figures find you're faded decay) And all the pushers stand in line so vaingloriously hostile (if they had their way, we got no escape) So I beg for rationale, it emits before the rage would amend with reduction Again I offend people, I open my mouth To resent, I present there's nothing pleasant to say (Paradise) I can't believe my eyes The truth's no longer deified Instead we weigh the wreckage of this false information that you can't deny Tell me this isn't real life Did you believe it? Can you unsee it? It isn't difficult to describe a scheme if you manage to mask with the startleties of double speak But I can't keep up no, the stories keep up Hell I'm not invincible to tricks that treat The believer appears with deceit to boost the dignity (Paradise) I can't believe my eyes The truth's no longer deified Instead we weigh the wreckage of this false information that you can't deny Tell me this isn't real life Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while our enemies achieve the ends to all their needs Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while our enemies achieve the ends to all their needs (Blame Paradise) I can't believe my eyes The truth's no longer deified Instead we weigh the wreckage of this false information that you can't deny A fantasy that aims to acidify And still it spreads like a wild fire Too many lies of which we rely Tell me this isn't real