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Locked up in a room

 A coffin with no light

But all you have to do

 Is deceive your mind

A flower made of sand

 Dances on your hands

A piece of universe

 With immaculate stars (come on)

With balmy beetles of the night

And secular trees to bind your sight

I'll paint your artificial paradise

I can use my hands like I can use my mind

 I'm gonna change your mind

You blame me for your grief

 You curse me for your lies

You stare at the sun

 Just to blind your eyes

A sane insanity

 Goes along with your dreams

But the hunger of your rage

 Is just a toothless bite (come on)

With balmy beetles of the night

And secular trees to bind your sight

I'll paint your artificial paradise

I can use my hands like I can use my mind

 I'm gonna change your mind

 I'm gonna change your mind

 I'm gonna change your mind