can someone hiding from sunlight get tired of a morning star does the abyss become deeper when you touch its ground what is the value of a love when any hate seems stronger when noone is listening no silence can be broken
do I dare to dream without fear did I ever breathe and not need more can I accept being guilty although I am innocent am I the light when there is darkness or is it me who shatters love and hope where am I there is no peace or calm would I rest if there were
no – for my ruin has been laid within me and black is its disguise wandering on plains of ice so thin under which the witness lies even if the world would stop turning I could not forget this poisoned river
it is within me now this water flowing gently slowly burning created in awe and bred from chaos noone is safe here from drowning I was a witness to the death of light I should not have seen still it is there telling me things I do not want to know
there is no light down here no more here I want to be