Paper Planes Burning in Paris

The dominos fall one by one
Into each other's arms
Some are falling by the let down
With a life that holds the crown

Every day we burn the same
Igniting all the lies
To hold the line

All the lidocaine
That I found
In my veins
I have nothing left
To call insane

Play play god
I'm fucking nauseous
Play play god
Play play
Play play god
You fucking Fascist
Play play god
Play play god
Play play
Play play god
With the consciousness and planted piece of mind

My arms they itch and bleed inside my bones
The fire becomes so cold
It doesn’t make a difference
Does it?
The marching off the end when
All the time we spent
No longer will we think of you the same
With The volatility inside us all

For what it's worth
There’s no argument
You become him
This evil twin

Stay far away
The consciousness and planted piece of mind
Stay far away
The callousness inside to hold the line

Play play god
I'm fucking nauseous
Play play god
Play play
Play play god
You fucking Fascist
Play play god
Play play
You wake up every day
To play play god
You fucking narcissist (fascist)
Play play god
Play play god
You fucking fascist
Play play god
Play play god