Stranger Paradise: novembro 2012

"I never knew daylight could be so violent
Everybody's looking for something.
Far from the carnage of the fiery sun.

I can't get used to, living without, living without,
The pink champagne on ice
It always starts like this,

Last thing I remember, I was
I was disappearing in plain sight
Killing formulaic views,

I traveled the world and the seven seas.
So give me something to be scared of
I'll take it from here

Nothing feels right
Tell me what you want me to say
Who am i to disagree?"