Paranoid Inlay Songtext / Lyric

Serenity is a problem

When you get this close to Heaven

But you really want to see

The wonders of the underworld

They caught Saint Peter's disease

As he rattled his keys



Serenity is a problem

Serenity is a problem

Such a paranoid inlay

Hand-painted, pain by numbers, just join the dots






Serenity is a problem

Serenity is a problem

Bloody British bulldozers

These vegetables are suicidal



It seems concussion suits you

It seems concussion suits you



Dear Diary, I must take risks

I must not be afraid of failure

What do I need to give up?

Crystalline ladders, shiny things, mirror-balls



On a clear day I can see forever

That the underworld is my oyster