Too close to pain To feel a thing Too tired of hope To ignite my wings
Thatïs what Iïm - the lord of uncertainty A flame feeding on itïs own misery The last asylum you would seek The unchosen one, the weak Show me a mirror And Iïll be gone
Come to me And hurt me Remove me from fathers sight His glory is just to bright For me to worship
Too far from hope To lose it But near enough Not to belive
Here it is - my ominuous path of faith Divine intervention that came too late Look into my eyes And Iïll be gone