Blame Paradise by The Dear Hunter Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Millions of minds press opinions like they're gospel
(as facts and figures find ill-fated decay)
And all the pushers stand in line, so vaingloriously hostile
(if they had their way, we'd have no escape)
So I beg for rationale in the midst of all the rage
But I'm met with reduction again
I offend before I've opened my mouth
To resent, I present: there's nothing pleasant to say
[Chorus]
(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we wade the wreckage of this
False information that you can't deny
Tell me this isn't real life
[Verse 2]
Did you believe it? Can you unsee it?
It isn't difficult to scribe a scheme
If you manage to master the subtleties of doublespeak
But I can't keep up, no, the stories creep up
Hell, I'm not invincible to tricks that treat
The believer appeased with deceit to boost their dignity
[Chorus]
(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we wade the wreckage of this
False information that you can't deny
Tell me this isn't real life
[Bridge]
Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while
Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?
Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while
Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?
[Chorus]
(Blame paradise for giving us these ways to stay oblivious; deliriously glued to all our interrupts that interrupt real...)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we wade the wreckage of this
False information that you can't deny
A fantasy that aches to acidify
And still, it spreads like a wild fire
Too many lies on which we rely
Tell me this isn't real...
Millions of minds press opinions like they're gospel
(as facts and figures find ill-fated decay)
And all the pushers stand in line, so vaingloriously hostile
(if they had their way, we'd have no escape)
So I beg for rationale in the midst of all the rage
But I'm met with reduction again
I offend before I've opened my mouth
To resent, I present: there's nothing pleasant to say
[Chorus]
(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we wade the wreckage of this
False information that you can't deny
Tell me this isn't real life
[Verse 2]
Did you believe it? Can you unsee it?
It isn't difficult to scribe a scheme
If you manage to master the subtleties of doublespeak
But I can't keep up, no, the stories creep up
Hell, I'm not invincible to tricks that treat
The believer appeased with deceit to boost their dignity
[Chorus]
(Paradise has gifted us these convoluted interrupts that interrupt real life)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we wade the wreckage of this
False information that you can't deny
Tell me this isn't real life
[Bridge]
Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while
Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?
Could it be, maybe we, are responsible for sleeping while
Our enemies achieve the ends to all their means?
[Chorus]
(Blame paradise for giving us these ways to stay oblivious; deliriously glued to all our interrupts that interrupt real...)
I can't believe my eyes
The truth's no longer deified
Instead we wade the wreckage of this
False information that you can't deny
A fantasy that aches to acidify
And still, it spreads like a wild fire
Too many lies on which we rely
Tell me this isn't real...