What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile
Pain fill the void when boy met girl
He’s a - puppet to nature, one year later now
So deeply and sickly in love, it makes him hate her
The average romanticized, American relationship
Sinks, capsized, when either side becomes a slave to it
Conditioned, dependant, afraid to be alone
He needs that feeling that he can’t create all on his own
He despises the fact she has a life outside of ‘them’
It drives him crazy to think she’s not insanely consumed with him
Give her the guilt trip, and maybe she’ll quit livin’
To stay behind his prison walls and loose all individualism
Well, this is happiness, masochistic torture,
Plagued by the decadent, craved for affection
The needle digs deep to push contentment through his blood stream
It drowned out – hollow, the pothole of a junkie
If he could only hear her sing, he wouldn’t wanna break her wings
But emptiness has such a warm subtle sting
She makes up for what he lacks – trapped
He can’t imagine life without someone like that.

We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dyin’
Only the lonely resent angels for flyin’
Twisted, living off each other’s sickness, like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dyin’
Only the lonely resent angels for flyin’
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise

What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed
Hurt became clearer when girl met boy
Between several breakups and plenty relapses
Routine bread comfort led to serious attachment
Now every once in awhile, she forgets to breathe
Terrified of loosin’ em, paradise is misery
Too much faith in the life-saving knight in shining armor
Now what knight’s noticin’ – the scars she can’t hide any longer
But they were her story way before he was
It’s gross hope to think that he would heal such deep cuts
At first it felt so right, but after one too many fights
He turned out that hallway light, and all the wonder turned to spite
So they sleep in the same bed, with guns to each other’s heads
Dead to romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red
Suffering from post-honeymoon disease, leeched to his whole existence
She’ll die if he decides to leave
Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together
Detouring the now, in a childish attempt to find forever
Despite the fact they hold each other heart-to-heart
You can’t be that close to somebody, without being so far apart

We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dyin’
Only the lonely resent angels for flyin’
Twisted, living off each other’s sickness, like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dyin’
Only the lonely resent angels for flyin’
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise

Silence is the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard
Those lonely, giant spaces in-between your every word
And maybe I’m totally crazy for holdin’ on
But, just cause I’m insane don’t mean that I’m wrong
Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night, I barely even function right
My memory’s on overdrive, to hungry and too cold to cry
Miss the companionship I once took for granted
The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished
But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle
There’s so much world to see, so, fly free ~ my angel
I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live
Heaven ain’t something someone else can give – it’s all inside of me

We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dyin’
Only the lonely resent angels for flyin’
Twisted, living off each other’s sickness, like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dyin’
Only the lonely resent angels for flyin’
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise

There’s so much world to see, what’s stoppin’ me from flyin’ free?
There’s so much world to see, what’s stoppin’ you from flyin’ free?
There’s so much world to see, what’s stoppin’ me from flyin’ free?
There’s so much world to see, what’s stoppin’ you from flyin’ free?

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