and like every day of my fucking life   it's two hours after midnight and i'm still awake   sharing my thoughts with the night and its demons   i hate to be alone   but i also hate admitting to myself i need others   with a knife on my arm to remind me   that i was surrounded   but wisdom and humility are still out of my reach   i would build from my hands but nothing would arise   where's my heaven? where's what i should love?   why is my mind so confused? and still questions   as only friends   i would love to never think anymore and just   let my soul go away   in silence, slowly close my eyes to travel around   nothingness forever   i'm talking to walls and consuming my flame   nevertheless there's no shame to be angry   i should   not complain and bare the cross through   this convict life, but still the need to be reassured   i'm the little voice you can't see   i'm the ear you can talk to, i could be your way out   you'll never read   just walk away, just run away (but i'm the)   i'm the little voice you can't see, i am the ear   you can talk to, i could be your way out but   i'm the eyes you'll never read.