like an uncontrolable stream
Flooding all clarity
And the sense of logic with it
As I lay restless in my cold bed
I fix the ceiling
No warmth could make this go away
No light could make me see clear
Soul dancing with oh so dark idea
Head fighting to keep and stay strong
My forces are slowly diming
to a point where I don't feel them anymore
My cold, even in this heat
is stronger than a million flames
But that cold comes with a price
The one of perpetual darkness
Where's my path?
I've lost a part of me
That I can't find back
And from a distance I try to grasp
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