[Verse 1]
What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile
Pain filled the void, when boy met girl
He's a puppet to nature, one year later now
So deeply and sickly in love, it makes him hate her
The average romanticized american relationship sinks
Capsized when either side becomes a slave to it
Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone
He needs that feeling that he can't create all on his own
He despises the fact she has a life outside of them
It drives him crazy to think she's not insanely consumed with him
Give her the guilt trip and maybe she'll quit living
To stay behind his prison walls and lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture
Plagued by the decadent, craved for affection
The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream
It drowned out -- hollow, the pothole of a junkie
If he could only hear her sing he wouldn't wanna break her wings
But emptiness has such a warm subtle sting
She makes up for what he lacks - trapped
He can't imagine life without someone like that

[Hook]
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Twisted, living off eachother's sickness, like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise
[Verse 2]
What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed
Her became plural when girl met boy
Between several breakups and plenty relapses
Routine bred comfort led to serious attachment
Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe
Terrified of losing him, paradise is misery
Too much faith in the lifesaving knight in shining armour
Now what knight's noticing - the scar she can't hide any longer
But they were her story way before he was
His gross hope to think that he would heal such deep cuts
At first it felt so right but after one too many fights
He turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite
So they sleep in the same bed with guns to eachother's heads
Dead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red
Suffering from post-honeymoon's disease, leeched to his whole existence
She'll die if he decides to leave
Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together
Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever
Despite the fact they hold eachother heart-to-heart
You can't be that close to somebody without being so far apart

[Hook]
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Twisted, living off eachother's sickness, like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise
[Verse 3]
Silence is is the most obscure sound I've ever heard
Those lonely giant spaces in between your every word
And maybe I'm totally crazy for holding on
But just cause I'm insane don't mean that I'm wrong
Now that she's gone I can't sleep at night, I barely even function right
My memory's on overdrive, too hungry and too cold to cry
Miss the companionship I once took for granted
The way you helped me manage the partnership that vanished
But I don't expect you to stay chained by the ankle
There's so much world to see, so, fly free my angel
I'm dying without you but it's teaching me to live
Heaven ain't something someone else can give - it's all inside of me

[Hook]
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Twisted, living off eachother's sickness, like parasites
This is paradise
We’ve rediscovered the long lost art of dying
Only the lonely resent angels for flying
Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
This is paradise

*There's so much world to see, what's stopping me from flying free?
*There's so much world to see, that's stopping you from flying free?
*repeat until end

[Sampled dialogue]
Just be quiet and go to sleep
I can’t sleep
Why not?
I’m in pain
What?
I got a broken heart, man
Bullshit
I do
What happened?
I was set up
Double-crossed
Betrayed by the woman I love
Who, mom?
No!
Vera
Who’s Vera?
I don’t want to talk about it
Suit yourself
You wanna see a picture of her?
Wow, she’s pretty
I would’ve done anything for her
Sorry
I just can’t understand it
You’ll get over it
No, Dennis, I will not get over it
Yes, you will
Dennis, I love this woman
You’ve loved other women
Not like Vera
Vera was special
Believe me, you’ll get over it
Yeah, you’re right
Tomorrow…
I’ll get over it tomorrow
Now go to sleep
But I’m not gonna fall in love anymore
Fine
Women don’t want you to love them
Tomorrow…
I’m not gonna fall in love with her
That will show her