Roses on the ground Perfectly in place Inviting me to walk on A blackbird flies Echoing the winds Of a song Is this the place They call Paradise? Is this the home We're promised When we die? Nothing is beautiful It is a lie Heavy, is it even still beating? Surrounding me Are seven thousand Crystal castles Where waters crawl Its way underneath Stones of gold Is this the place They call Paradise? Lie Nothing is beautiful It is a lie Heavy, is it even still beating?