Rotten Paradise

Rotten Paradise

Welcome home to the broken zone
Steel and ashes, flesh and bone
Plastic faces, dead inside
Sold our hearts and called it pride

Burning screens, synthetic dreams
Nothing’s ever what it seems

This is our rotten paradise
Truth is dead and love’s a vice
Scream all you want, no one replies
We’re dying slow in paradise

Bought and sold through satellite
Pixel thrones, electric night
Fear injected in our veins
Freedom forged from digital chains

Watch it fall, but don’t resist
We exist — but just to list

This is our rotten paradise
Truth is dead and love’s a vice
Scream all you want, no one replies
We’re dying slow in paradise

“No escape, no grace, no god — just silence…”

This is our rotten paradise
Truth is dead and love’s a vice
Scream all you want, no one replies
We’re dying slow in paradise



Discography

Albums

Singles

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