Dying Paradise - Orden Ogan

Nothing is left — love, friendship or trust

Success is the name of the game

You act how you’ve learned — react how you must

Till you go back to from where you came

Now Voices — wishes

Promises still echo in my head, grey memories of the dead

I cry for all that hopes and dreams that vanished in the flames

And there’ll be nothing left after the rain

Over and over — it went round and round

We excused weak attempts with «at least we were trying»

Over and over — again and again

Thoughts spinning in circles

I’m trapped in this

DYING PARADISE

Nothing to lose in this

DYING PARADISE

Nowhere to run from this

DYING PARADISE

Lost all belief in this

DYING PARADISE

The only thing I believe in is you

It was way too late

When they realized that

They can’t eat their money or fame

And the earth spit on them like they spit on her

And they went back to from where they came

Ruins, ashes, dust and snow in a world that had to fall

Is everything we will recall

I cried for all the hopes and dreams that vanished in the flames

And there was nothing left after the rain