Paranoid Inlay

Serenity is a problem

When you get this close to Heaven

But you really want to see

The wonders of the underworld

They caught Saint Peter's disease

As he rattled his keys

Serenity is a problem

Serenity is a problem

Such a paranoid inlay

Hand-painted, pain by numbers, just join the dots

Serenity is a problem

Serenity is a problem

Bloody British bulldozers

These vegetables are suicidal

It seems concussion suits you

It seems concussion suits you

Dear Diary, I must take risks

I must not be afraid of failure

What do I need to give up?

Crystalline ladders, shiny things, mirror balls

On a clear day, I can see forever

That the underworld is my oyster