Irshi - Atrophy of Tide

None of this was real
Just a game of my imagination
The ideal in my brain
The first to rot away

As the most of my body is
Not too different up there
All eaten away, decayed
Destroyed for one's sake

But some are untouched
Like a heart beating after death
Relying is almost pointless
Won't make you live again

It will stop anyways
The last part dies
What above the ground
Is a hell in paradise

Our paradise
Is unparadised
Our paradise
Is unparadised