The nightmare you wake up to at 2am,
You look around the room and see a figure,
A person,
Then you stare at it and realise its staring back at you,
As it creeps closer to you,
The darkness that figure is,
Consumes you,
Only for you to wake up from a nightmare,
Looking in a mirror.

Instead of throwing into a wishing well;
Go save another child,
Go save lives in another country.

Because every second 1.78 people die,
107 deaths per minute,
6390 per hour,
153000 per day,
56.0 million deaths a year,
3.9 billion per average lifetime.

Maybe even someone you know.

The pretty rose was full of thorns,
But that knowledge came far to late.

I am a scenery
to be looked at from afar

when you're on a balcony looking out to new york
your eyes immediatly go to the buldings with the pretty lights
not even thinking about whats within them
and you're last glance is to the darkest spots
but if you looked at them closer you'd realize they count the most

and no matter how far to the edge you will be
you'll never be close enough to really look at me
you will never see the inside of my buildings
nor walk the dark spots in the depths of my mind
there was a time when i could call myself beautiful

*just look at all the pretty lights
the billboard saying "be who you wanna be"
but even if you're at the edge of your seats
you'll never get close enough to a scenery

If there's a "land of the blindfolded"
Will there be someone who knows
What it's like to "see"?

In this world,
Sawn always appears after the darkness of the night.
Misfortune halved.
Fortune and misfortune are intertwined
They are all part of the scheme of things.