There is nothing harder
Than the fight with ourselves
And i'm telling you
Thats the only fight we have.

The moment of loneliness
Crossing two different words
Angels and demons
What is real, what is fear?

Feeling like a catch
In some nylon bag
You want to scream
But there is always something
Pulling your voice back

The moment of loneliness
The chill over your body
Creating the picture of someone
You should be

At least that's what they say.

There is nothing harder
Then the fight with ourselves
Angels and Demons
That feeling of losing
The ground under your feet
The clearness of present

...And you...

Covering your head
Hoping it will disappear
That craziness of mixed,
Insane thoughts.

All you want is fall asleep
And don’t wake up till the
Light of morning sun
Raise the one
That you have been feeding.

M.T. 2016