We are swinging at the edge of paradise
The adrenaline infects our minds
I'm hanging on a vine
Pick me up I'm ripe
It's eyes are inviting
something quiet hypnotizing
We are victims of lust
Our eyes open up
We know what this world has to offer
The sky starts to open
There's a revolution in my mind
I fell, I was so high.
I'm suddenly small and afraid
Oh father, I didn't mean to disobey
What's the use if one day I'll be dust?
What's the cost of playing God?