Interpret:

Paradise Lost

Album:

Draconian Times

I speak of people whose game is disguise 
The myth of flavour appears with no sign 


'Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend 
A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray 
Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state 
You're told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait 


but wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity 
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back 
As I now fall......fall into deprivation 
Fall....fallen there's still tomorrow 
Love hides the things you'll never know 


A lack of reason that makes a mortal man 
Untold the treason, the past where it began 


'Cause I see horror, horror to think about 
Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them back 
As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason 
Blood, bloody the hands that lead me 
Love for the ones you cannot know