Messages

Messages from where paradise ends
Calling from paradise

A life on ice
A piece of glass
In his freezing cold hands
Pressed to the window
Send him a miracle to help him
Tie him to a chair
Play him tribal rhythms
Defrost his star

Help him now
Who could not afford a lie
Framed & how
See it eye to eye
Your crown is made from iron
It wears you to the ground
Through pounding sounds of heaven
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