Текст песни What Remains of Paradise - Shotgun Mike

What remains of paradise
When paradise is built on lies?
Enter: a fiery, burning sky
In torrential rain of flames we lie

My skin is clear, but underneath
My organs boil internally
Your skin is charred and scalded stiff
You hold my hand and bite your lip

Together, waiting out the storm
As though our burns could keep us warm
As burning sky flows into day
The rising sun burns tears away

And what remains of paradise
When day sheds light on all the lies?
Better to spill the truth than lie
And sit around and wait to die