I hear screams in the night, and I wake up –
It wasn’t a dream, so I crawl
To the light strip that comes from the kitchen;
I’m afraid, but I have to go on.
I don’t want to see but I am staring,
And it is hurting my soul like a knife,
Piercing through me, and I am forever
Feeling nothing, forever, I’m gone.
If it weren’t a sin, would I stand up?
And raise my hand higher than sun
To bruise you, and cut you, and make you
Feel the guilt for the things that you’ve done.
I am broken, but I am burning,
I will find an alternative way.
It is not my burden to carry,
Time is ruthless, you’ll feel it one day.