There's a paradox
In the paradigm and
The entity to your identity
Id is wild
Scattered headlights litter the freeway here
There's a parallel
In the paradise and your
Misery is a mystery and
So is mine
Parted lips can summon the latent air and I care
Once you're in
Will you want out
Of the cult of paradise
It's so warm
It's so comfy
Following your leader's advice so
Don't think twice
Every time the feeling hits words can't describe
Patterns so geometric, a perfect design
Once you're out
Will you want back
Into the cult of paradise
It's so cold
It's so toxic
Drinking the poison and you
Drink it on ice
But it's kinda nice
Every time the feeling hits words can't describe
Patterns so geometric, a perfect design
Words can't describe
The way you feel inside
So you search for a color
To make it all alright