Paroles de Paranoid Inlay
Serenity is a problemWhen you get this close to Heaven
But you really want to see
The wonders of the underworld
They caught Saint Peter's disease
As he rattled his keys
Serenity is a problem
Serenity is a problem
Such a paranoid inlay
Hand-painted, pain by numbers, just join the dots
Serenity is a problem
Serenity is a problem
Bloody British bulldozers
These vegetables are suicidal
It seems concussion suits you
It seems concussion suits you
Dear Diary, I must take risks
I must not be afraid of failure
What do I need to give up?
Crystalline ladders, shiny things, mirror-balls
On a clear day I can see forever
That the underworld is my oyster
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