Ed Charles - The Day That Paradise Burns

Plans in place
Just in case
We ever need to run
But we won't need to run
The Man of my dreams
Is on vacation it seems
Please excuse the pall on my face
The pall on my face

Where oh where
Could be he just don't care
Pronouncing a curse
For some hell here on earth
The day that Paradise burns
The day that Paradise burns

Where towering God-like pines
And rivers, wind divine
Down the virgin mountainside
No one digs for gold
They just settle down to grow old
Never dreamed they'd see this day

Trees still stand
But everyman's
Lost a home
Lost more than a home
Flooding the day
Even the atheists pray
For some rain
Not a hint of rain comes

Blood on his hands
Don't seem to give a damn
The plot's well-rehearsed
Hell inherits the earth
The day that Paradise burns
The day that Paradise burns

Written by:
Edward Elefterion

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