Текст Illumination Paradise Lost

Always, sometimes, always seems to be

Chaos, crisis, always feeds off me,

Then youll get carried away,

The trauma is all too real.

And ohh too much, its in my soul dont let it show

And ohh too much, its in my head dont let it grow again

As Im walking Im breathless, Id welcome clarity

My final excitement was failing to agree

Then youll get carried away

The drama is all too near...

And ooh too much, its in my soul dont let it show

And ooh, too much, its in my head dont let it grow again

(chorus repeated....)