Paradise

After midnight's glow and morning's gloom has settled in its self-inflicted sense of self-loathing. Waking up from the longest dream where we're all running away, it's a sobering experience still sinnking, still spinning, still hanging by a thread. I've been thinking I'll stop wasting the days away and make life worth living controlling tese demons and stopping sirens from screaming, lapsing in and out of this great escape a love-hate relationship, we're all stuck in our ways and as we drown everyday, we revel in our self-indulgence and wonder why we feel so trapped in our bodies, in our rooms, in our cities, with our words.