I had enough of doubt
And this dance between victim and perpetrator
I ask for peace
Cause I can't possibly win

Impotent guards
They are always too busy sleeping
Maybe I should wake them up at last
Or give in to slumber deep along with them

There is a clearing at the end of the pathway
Is it still gonna be there when we finally make it?
Better late then never
Or maybe better never than maybe

I surrender to blame
And self inducing harm
I long for care
And tender affection

I want flowers each day when I wake up
You hear me?
I want sweet glares full of compassion
You hear me?

Do you really think you would do better?
You can't even decide what you want
Too quick to fill up your ego
Too quick to feel you're not worth

On those ugly wakings
I stay in bed just not to wake you
On those night frenzies
I drink to put you to sleep

Is it an act of making oneself?
Or of training?
For finding simply is not enough
For realisation is what makes things real

Like the sculptor
Who saw the angel inside the marble
And curved
Until he set him free

The sound of the hammer smashing
Kaboom
Like bombs exploding in the distance
Kaboom

The sound of the chisel shattering
Kaboom
Like the drum of heart echoing from inside
Kaboom

It brings me closer to me
It forms and frees me
Tender sound
Harsh sound

Kaboom