Faulty Paradise

All these years under shadows of
An unbreakable curse
Gettin' rich by the same amount
Of the worth of my soul
You'd think I was blessed
Man, I wasn't

Faulty paradise, speak of love to me
Fill up my soul, make me money

As a king, I drink from my own private distillery
As a pawn, I wet my throat with whatever I find
Who of these two have I been
When I was with you?

Faulty paradise, speak of love to me
Livin' in the castle, beggin' on the streets

It doesn't matter if I am pawn or king
Avaricious tentacles are constricting my soul
Aging me in a way that time could not fathom to do



Credits
Writer(s): Guido Antonucci
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