Lyriel - Paranoid Circus Lyrics
Hands and fingers, arms and neck
For the promise to find outWhat it is all aboutIt's already down to heads or tailsMoira did belief in virtue and honesty butYou know innocence breaks so easilySo you can't choose it's not on you to know what's rightEverything is set for the final fightDeep inside you know it's not just black or whiteYou are well prepared for the final fightEvery day is judged by the frameworkOf your certain point of viewLife is change just like the withering truthTruth is just a philosophic termThat doesn't serve the ways of lifeThose who want to know 'bout life mustFind the trace of truthI'm tired, would you take me homeWhere I can rest in your armsI don't need to make amendsBut the streets where you take me homeRecall my paranoid circus of formative yearsPlayback life and anabolic arguments insteadMaybe that's it all aboutIt's already down to heads or tailsSo she killed herself on a lovely morningAnd the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyesSo please show me where the truth is in that sweet taleYou have to admit, it's nothing but a baleEverything has failed if you can't see what's brightWhat you see out there is just what you see insideReality is nothing than the registerOf crimes of a humankindNow you agree it's up to us to do the what's rightRight comes along with fortuneBut fortune is a furtive friend indeedYou can only find the key of fortune in yourselfI'm tired, would you take me homeWhere I can rest in your armsI don't need to make amendsBut the streets where you take me homeRecall my paranoid circus of formative yearsOf formative years, I'm so tired