PARADOX

Give me the guns

I have to bring the peace

Turn on your sound

To kill your family

Breack up the ground

With your sweet happy feet

Absurd that I have to suffer to love

 

There is no sense

In normal mind today

We’ve lost the words

We’ve lost the milky way

My crazy town

Decides if breath or pay

Absurd that I have to cry for a song

 

WHISKEY AND PARADOX

HEAL MY PARADOX

WHISKEY AND PARADOX

HEAL MY PARADOX

 

Raise up your glass

And drink your paradox

Try, kick my ass

And I will play, juke box

Pray money gods

Spit at the orthodox

Absurd that I have to wait for a clock

Absurd that I have to wait for Godot

 

WHISKEY AND PARADOX

HEAL MY PARADOX

WHISKEY AND PARADOX

HEAL MY PARADOX