on this side of paradise;

where the clocks don't work,

where the figments of your imagination merge with reality.

what is real and what is not, that depends who you ask...

it doesn't phase me when you use my name in vain behind my back.

you're just looking for a reason to tell me i've ruined you...

those dreams that you sell me come at a price.

you and i.... we are just a collection of misconceptions.

that make me.

that break me.

on this side of paradise,

borderline inferno.