LYRIEL Paranoid Circus

Hands and fingers, arms and neck For the promise to find out What it is all about It s already down to heads or tails Moira did belief in virtue and honesty but You know innocence breaks so easily So you can t choose it s not on you to know what s right Everything is set for the final fight Deep inside you know it s not just black or white You are well prepared for the final fight Every day is judged by the framework Of your certain point of view Life is change just like the withering truth Truth is just a philosophic term That doesn t serve the ways of life Those who want to know about life must Find the trace of truth I m tired, would you take me home Where I can rest in your arms I don t need to make amends But the streets where you take me home Recall my paranoid circus of formative years Playback life and anabolic arguments instead Maybe that s it all about It s already down to heads or tails So she killed herself on a lovely morning And the rising sun smiled in her numbly eyes So please show m