Into this circle of lack of your freedom
Looking back through your way home
Silence of a naïve candle right here
Words are coming as a knife I hear.

I cannot blame myself for your decision of powerlessness
Through your so-called road finding happiness
You cannot blame yourself for your decision of hopelessness
Through the game of mind that rules your endlessness

Mending your flight on broken wings
Gray clouds painting around your inner meditation
I have to confess a crime with no murdered things
I am a prisoner of your own retaliation

I’ve embraced my consciousness to know if I am wrong
While you’re pretending everything’s right around
I don’t belittle my reasons to make you strong
This layer goes up and down while you stand around