Paranoid Circus — Lyriel

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 bout 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 me where the truth is in that sweet tale You have to admit, it's nothing but a bale

Everything has failed if you can't see what's bright What you see out there is just what you see inside

Reality is nothing than the register Of crimes of a humankind

Now you agree it's up to us to do the what?s right

Right comes along with fortune But fortune is a furtive friend indeed

You can only find the key of fortune in yourself

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 Of formative years I'm so tired