Soft colors of an artificial night
Burning in my eyes
Keeping watch for my soul
Lest those lurking demons come claim it
I know they hide behind the shadows
And they wait for a moment of inattention
And whoosh!
Bells clang – clang – clang –clang!
Winds whoosh – whoosh – whoosh – whoosh!
My night, my beloved solitude is raped!
I hate, I hate, I hate the light!
Penetrating gaze of a heartless judge …
I don’t have the witnesses and the proofs to prove my case
They cut out my tongue, I can’t speak.
So scared, so worried, so paranoid –
Let me hold myself tight and protect myself from me
Let me sing me a lullaby, let me rock myself to sleep
And while I sleep, I’ll stay awake and guard my precious myself
From the lurking demons, hiding behind the shadows –
So that I can have a sweet dream …
And dream of the soft colors of the artificial night.
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