Lost In The Light — Dikta

so long my fallen friends and foes a final fight dropped to the floor in thousand pieces, pushed and pulled a paradox, with a plan for the poor

a ten year old stands tall and talks and tries his best to tell us his tale of shadows, hurt and spiteful sins and summers spent hiding his trail

open yourself to him one more time, one last time (on your own, on your own) this time you‘ll go for it stop it all, end it all

in spite of searching for your soul a final fight dropped to the floor in thousand pieces, waiting for anything to pull you apart

but you never made your move petrified, paralyzed, poisoned by fear and praying for help