My brow is quivering, filled with light of angels
But sometimes in the night, I feel a sense of danger
The past comes in haunted dreams
A figure from my childhood
The menace of a thousand nights
Spent in shivering silence
You were meant to be my light
Brother you weren't meant to fight
You were supposed to protect me then
Brother, karma's got its revenge
As I slept, you kicked my bones
I shivered there, a little child
You were meant to be my friend
Oh brother, you were meant to defend
The soul it prays to be made whole
But life it cuts just like a knife
