| Song | Paralytic |
| Artist | Dead Poetic |
| Album | Vices |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of | |
| My sincere affection, my undivided attention. | |
| Lie where you won’t see yourself in that way. | |
| And we’ll ride to somewhere. | |
| All we are is paralyzed from the face down. | |
| We’re still alive with our fake smiles. | |
| When the camera’s away. | |
| Don’t remember this. | |
| No, don’t remember this. | |
| We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied. | |
| Your arms placed upon mine. | |
| And the sky looks so right, and you’re mine tonight. | |
| Lie where you won’t see yourself in that way. | |
| And we’ll ride... | |
| All we are is paralyzed from the face down. | |
| We’re still alive with our fake smiles. | |
| When the camera’s away. |
| Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of | |
| My sincere affection, my undivided attention. | |
| Lie where you won' t see yourself in that way. | |
| And we' ll ride to somewhere. | |
| All we are is paralyzed from the face down. | |
| We' re still alive with our fake smiles. | |
| When the camera' s away. | |
| Don' t remember this. | |
| No, don' t remember this. | |
| We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied. | |
| Your arms placed upon mine. | |
| And the sky looks so right, and you' re mine tonight. | |
| Lie where you won' t see yourself in that way. | |
| And we' ll ride... | |
| All we are is paralyzed from the face down. | |
| We' re still alive with our fake smiles. | |
| When the camera' s away. |
| Paint the lines on perfect eyes that circle the object of | |
| My sincere affection, my undivided attention. | |
| Lie where you won' t see yourself in that way. | |
| And we' ll ride to somewhere. | |
| All we are is paralyzed from the face down. | |
| We' re still alive with our fake smiles. | |
| When the camera' s away. | |
| Don' t remember this. | |
| No, don' t remember this. | |
| We are losing it all, but we are gaining the world with our hands tied. | |
| Your arms placed upon mine. | |
| And the sky looks so right, and you' re mine tonight. | |
| Lie where you won' t see yourself in that way. | |
| And we' ll ride... | |
| All we are is paralyzed from the face down. | |
| We' re still alive with our fake smiles. | |
| When the camera' s away. |