Lost in the darkness
This fire in my belly can't warm my hands
Or show the path forward
I slice at the black
But it floods back to every gap I carve
I can feel it guiding my knife
It has hands of its own
Lost in the darkness
This fire in my belly can't warm my hands
Or show the path forward
I slice at the black
But it floods back to every gap I carve
I can feel it guiding my knife
It has hands of its own
