You are a fake periscope.
You are the morning bliss but tied with a rope.
You are a mask that we put on our face.
You are the firework that's blinding the croud.
I was told what to live for, where's the light and who's the Devil.
If you're a dream that I should fight for, chase me, meet me on the way and challenge me.
You are the Queen, the gifted one.
You are the medicine killing us all.
You are a mask that we put on our face.
You are the finish line but without the race.
I was told what to live for, where's the light and who's the Devil.
If you're dream that I should fight for, chase me, meet me on the way and challenge me.
Into the darkness you would show like a lighthouse on the shore to command me where to go but only the fire in my heart like a lantern in the dark tells where I need to go, tells me wher I need to go.
I need to go on my own.
Deep in my heart, I feel like I always knew the part that leads me somewhere in the light.
And inside my skin, it burns like a candle flame slowly growing hopes for what I wished.
All that I want is a second wind to grant my wishes.
Deep in my heart, I feel like I always knew the part that leads me somwhere in the light.
