Sometimes darkness is my sole companion   and the shadows seem my closest friends   Immersed in pitch black contemplations   I shy away from the slightest hint of sunshine   but doubt is never far away   and fear is never closer   A hint of irony cannot help   but course through my veins      How to recognize the signals,   The features of dishonesty   The eye of the tornado   In the eyes of our companions?   Like serpents in the shadows, my closest friends conspire      There's simply no way of telling   In which shadow you might bind me   There's no predicting   which of your hopes will eventually blind me   When doubt is never far away   And fear is never closer,   A hint of irony at play,   coursing through my veins      Like serpents in the shadows, my closest friends conspire