Understand that you're holding a bomb in your hands. Take control, hand in hand with yourself from now on. Take this advice, aim to the skies. Aim to the skies above.
Show me what you're made of. I'm waiting for the answer. Tell me what you're afraid of. Show me what you're made of.
I call out in my sleep. I can't reach you and it's killing me. I call out in my sleep. The sun is gone.
Days go on like a strom in the sea. And the shore is the loneliest place you can be. Stay dry instead. A moment ahead. Aim to the skies above.
You say that you are not the same kid. The one who used to be the weaper. You say it's something deeper. Something that you couldn't tame. Something that would wake the sleeper. You say.
