Its one warm day in paradise 
Words are getting shorter 
Ragged, desperate, fewer 
Slipping slowly down the wall 
Reaching out for empty air 
Clasping onto the passersby 
Knuckles turning white 
Blind to his plight 
Afraid to look with in their selves 
Man stands upon deserts sands calling out 
Come see thy paradise 
Throwing sand into the air
Raining gold
It's the fruitful land of Eden 
Masses flooding in searching for worldly gain 
Shinnying eyes of cracking glass 
Rotting smile of pearled perfection 
Lured us in to deep 
Faint hypnoses 
Confessions of the silence