Pale Island

"Come and find a treasure

Hidden in the island"

It's not an adventure

Nor is it in highlands

Grown tired of the lack of grass and life

Are landscapes still pretty when made outta lies?

I wish I could tell, another story

More filled with glory, does that ring a bell?

I wish I could sell, a million copies

And paste my body, 'cause I've been to hell

And I wanna be, whatever you'll see

And live happily, while still being me

And still being me, and not someone else

Repeating myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

"Come and find a treasure

Hidden in the island"

It's not an adventure

Nor is it in highlands

Grown tired of the lack of grass and life

Are landscapes still pretty when made outta lies?

I wish I could tell, another story

More filled with glory, does that ring a bell?

I wish I could sell, a million copies

And paste my body, 'cause I've been to hell

And I wanna be, whatever you'll see

And live happily, while still being me

And still being me, and not someone else

Repeating myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself (Save)

And myself (Me)

And myself (From)

And myself (Me)

And myself

And myself

And myself

And myself