Seven Days - Royal Hunt

Seven days to build this «perfect» world

So beautifully unfolded…

Fat baby on your lap

Seven signs before you’d lose your cool

Obnoxious, pompous fool?

I’d say you’re full of crap

So you’re still selling that Paradise skam?..

While keeping a hell of a poker face

Well, nothing’s really changing

At all, so I’ll be damned, boy:

Thank you for those seven priceless days

Please don’t be a stranger, look inside my life

Full of it?

As you are… with a touch of pride

Cut me wide, wide open, rip me up inside…

What’s the matter?

Busy?

Blinded by the light?

Zooming in — the shores of Paradise…

Those billboards’re — full of lies —

Unchaining gates of hell

Tears of joy on salesman’s pretty face…

He’s screwing us with grace —

I hope I’ll live to tell

Hell or heaven — the same merry-go-round

Pieces of one puzzle — cut’n’paste

Tell me, is this really

The best way which you’ve found

While sitting on that holy ground

Wearing that shiny, golden crown

For seven unforgettable days?

Seven deadly sins — those remarkable days…