I’ve found my way into your mind.
And still can’t figure who you are.
You just keep driving in the wrong way.
I can’t keep listening to what you say.
This is the path into your madness, a trip that I don’t want to take.
Don’t keep me warm into your darkness.
Don’t keep me cold into your light.
I’d rather be within my blindness than trust in you and your own sight.
You talk so much but mean so little.
Tell me: who died and made you king?
King of lost hopes and missing meanings, of treasures nobody would seek.
This is the path into your madness, a trip that I don’t want to take.
Don’t keep me warm into your darkness.
Don’t keep me cold into your light.
I’d rather be within my blindness than trust in you and your own sight.
