I've been swept away with a violent brain storm
With the constant pounding scream of pain
Outside my window pane.

The night is waiting, anticipating
You to light a candle for me
Too much to conceal, too much of the real

Too much reconstruction.

That's why I fear the morning

Challenging the night for twilight
Calling me it's victim
For it always makes me feel the real


I felt the chance come on
It felt like I was dying

Avoiding the sentence
Of waiting for a second chance
I hope you don't mind if I don't find

Comfort in your brave new world
I'm out of the race
I'm out of the line

I'm out of words to call mine

I've been swept away with a violent brain storm

With the constant pounding scream of pain
Outside my window pane.
I hope you don't mind if I don't find

Comfort in your brave new world
I'm out of the race
I'm out of the line

I'm out of words to call mine