Deluded by the uncertainties of this world
Darkness remains
Plays on the playgroud of thorns
Fresh wounds, hundresd scars,
blood everywhere
Blinded by the sweet past
I remain naive
Help me,
I cannot breathe
I'm drowning
Drowning at my own blood
My senses are more powerful than ever
But why is that
I cannot hear the small voice which keeps me alive
The voice that keeps me from fighting these uncertainties?
