And as the moon passes...
As the moon passes away,
I realize what’s going on:
This disease is a killer one.

Oh! these lights are killing me,
These souls are crying to be let free.
I have to get away from here,
I have to set myself free.

Is it a disease of the body?
Or a disease of the brain?
Am I unhealthy or going insane?
Whisper to me all of my own secrets,
But you don’t know what I think.

My inner demons are striving for control,
They are trying to steal my soul.
My heart feels so cold and useless,
I feel caressed by this darkness.

Oh! these lights are killing me,
These souls are crying to be let free.
I have to get away from here,
I have to set myself free.
 
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