A prisoner of my paradox

Heaven or Hell

Pacing up and down my cage

Too soon to tell

what a suffocating state to be

Working class hereos mean nothing to me

I'm a working class zero,i'm chained to the tree of life

A dangerous thing to be

And now the baby needs to grow

But the mother is crazy

What lies behind your mask

Behind your wave and the smile

Your appearance is deceptive,oh sweet crocodile

What a fascinating thing,to see

Revealing all you secrets,you better beware

Revealing all your secrets

oh you wouldn't dare reveal yourself to me

Would you

It must have been like this before

But my memory's hazy

My memorys hazy

So i'll stand in line

3 million desparadoes

There's hope for me

Oh but for some the story's different

They'll stand in line,they'll bide their time

Waiting for a sign

Counting out the time

No more

Clever,clever creatures

Death in your kiss

Playing with the future in innocent bliss

What a suffocating state to be

But what a fascinating thing to see

And he said I know what it's like to be dead

I know what it's like to be sad

Well she's making you feel like youv'e never been born

Never been born