Sometimes I wonder how all of this could begin when it did
Now I 'm going down in this motherfucking trip
I believed that I could gather all the strength that I need
Now I must become another sorrowful prick
Fistful of light hidden in the dark
Fistful of light buried in the sand
Watching how I die choking with the dark
A moth back in life
The burning shadow style
Psychological battlefront heartless and deceitful
Fistful of light hidden in the dark (...and deceitful)
Fistful of light buried in the sand (heartless and deceitful)
Fistful of light choking with the dark (...and deceitful)
Fistful of light The burning shadow style
Psychological waterfall slips between the fingers
Tree of life is made of little parts
Gestalt, A tree which is too tall
Yes... No... Yes... No... Yes...
But it feels so good
