Interpret:

Paradise Lost

Album:

One Second

Through the searching lights that weave and dark 
comes the stranger that cares not for your heart 
the pain of living life this way 
must take its toll on you some day. 
Your jaded eyes can see embarrassment or harm 
the trail skin that bleeds emotionally on guard. 
All lowest forms of life are pounding you inside 
your hollow cold display your tired masquerade 
let the image that you present entice 
unlike the mirror that shows the strains of vice 
this act of contact your decay 
while willing souls will more that pay.