Testo: Paradise Lost. Host. In All Honesty.

Sit alone and celebrate good times of change
Sit alone, anticipate great times of change
But they're all washed away with laughter

As we wait to perish, turn to ashes
Things we've all gone through

Sit alone and celebrate good times of change
Sit alone, annihilate all words of praise
When it all seems to spell disaster

Words of wisdom have no meaning in all honesty
It's just fiction, your religion, no apology

There's no concealing the things that I do
There's no concealing the things that I choose

Sit alone and celebrate good times of change
Sit alone, anticipate great times of change
But they're all washed away with laughter

Words of wisdom have no meaning in all honesty
Your religions contradiction but you cannot see
Words of wisdom add frustration to our agony
Constant knowing, always showing endless sympathy