Paradise never arrives
It uses you
There is no place to grow and thrive
Look at the hopeless lives
This blood you drew
Paradise never arrives
The war, a buzzing bee's hive
The youth has no clue
There is no place to grow and thrive
The sword gleams in its dancing jives
Those who die are those who knew
Paradise never arrives
The flying knives
The devil's gentle coo
There is no place to grow and thrive
And in this pain the youth writhes
And away the gods flew
Paradise never arrives
There is no place to grow and thrive
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