| 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. |