You've survived the genocide, 
all the damage done on the inside. 
Waiting for the tides to change, 
all the while going insane. 
I can see the end is growing near 
I can feel the tension in your heart.
I can taste your bittersweet lips, 
a [bad word] work of art. 
Paralyze your paradise, 
insert the needle so precise. 
Left to endure the side-effects
of what is that you expect. 
You left the lights on, 
never knowing if [bad word] again. 
The words you whisper in my ears, 
the words they sound so clear. 
You left the lights on, 
never knowing if [bad word] again. 
The words you whisper in my ears, 
I refuse to hear. 
Paralyze your paradise, 
insert the needle so precise. 
Left to endure the side-effects 
of what it is that you expect.