stifled all discussion, squeezed out all hope
we hate pain that we gain with so called wisdom adjusted to
those promised, empty gifts.
i need to come back by grace
i can’t do this all alone!

a way out of the past and the haze of loss
it’s a small path, a way throughthe cross
just beware of mainstream and otherscenes
they use to sow the seeds of disturbing dreams

controvert conclusions, a heart of glass, a splinterproof
life. free my life of this, creator of the heavens
and earth, cause i can’t do this all alone!