the darkest summer has passed on us
left the curtains hanging on thin air
good will never saved a young child
or never has it covered what was bare
i will fight until the end of time
i have traveled the wormholes of emotion
my throne is made of the darkest nights
and out of my tears i made an ocean
that will drown all of them
and it will crown all of my fears
the beasts that made me
and the longest haunting years

i remember staring up at the ceiling
so far away in another world
that's where i wanted to live
in endless oblivion, hid and hurled
should the stars always be so appealing?
should my insights always be so absurd?
i hid my thoughts and my visions
i burned a book but i kept a word
when the jungle sleeps i sleep
and when the howling wind calms down
hissing snakes never woke me up
miles of atrocities never kept a queen from her crown