On the first light of the day you march on. Departure has arrived, don't look back. Avoid the darkness, stay away, stay out of sight. Until you feel the blast of a shooting star.
All this evil, sanctified. You're not alone, you're not the only one. Overcrowded in your brain. You'll find a way out or you will fall. . Get me out of here.
A growing sickness in the heart. Distinctive lack of control. The cure is somewhere in the silence. But I'm crushed by the noise inside. . Don't lock the door on me.