What are these actions of mine?
What are the words of my tongue?
What are these thoughts of my mind?
What have I become?
His kingdom doesn't reach these heights
His power has come to an end
I will go wherever you are
Cause you are my dear, my child
You have become
Blinded, darkened, numb,
The torturer of your soul
The punisher of your life
The self hate that keeps you to the fire
The blame that heavily weighs on your shoulders
The confusion bewildering your wish
You are pity, a rag, a leaf in a storm
His kingdom doesn't reach these heights
His power has come to an end
I will go wherever you are
Cause you are my dear, my child
You've got an insatiable
Hunger for destruction
A constantly desire for pain
You are drawn to the dark
As a moth to the light
Chains around your neck
They are tightening
So you just keep on fighting
His kingdom doesn't reach these heights
His power has come to an end
I will go wherever you are
Cause you are my dear, my child
The sickening thoughts
Are kept outside
Now I can breathe
There is no need to hide
Artist: Bob Marley
Artist: Fit For A King
Artist: Neil Patrick Harris