Hope
I wake up holding a candlestick
Wishing to light up my room
I find the door but my eyes can't see
I walk around mystified
Hope, it's been hidden from me every dawn, Forbidden for life, in a hole
It's a bloody curse of my soul
There are no clues I can understand
No signal, not even a piece of advice
Rejected, I'm looking forward to feeling
At least some kind of relief
I go to bed holding blame's strong hands
Wishing to wane in my sleep
I find the chains before I can dream
I stay awake for a while
Hope, it's been hidden from me every dawn, Forbidden for life, in a hole
It's a bloody curse of my soul
I wake up holding a candlestick
Just give me some kind of relief
Autor(es): Cadavra