Paranoia Workshop

Windows are broken by the stone of denial
Doors are locked with the shackle of wounds
Give "honey deceits" to the drones of good times
and close your eyes to the flashes of light
in the dark alley of remorse
Give the kiss of your knees to the grounds of impotence
while coward pupils hide where lazy eyelids drown
and by the failing side you can hear a graceful sound
It's madness,a-ha,so you don't have to bother anymore

What you feel it's what you fear
Defy the logical traumas,defy the traumas of logic
sleep over the plain line of coma trading minds with Bohdah

Your face is so pale
and cold
Your eyes have lost all the colors
down the drain of dillusion


April 2000