So am i opportunist?
When lost in the mist.
I finaly found you as my last hope.
Am i ungratefull to try?
Cause last week you were a lie
And now i'm begging for your help
Can you feel why I am afraid?
Is it too late?
To reach your hand, and cross your land
Will you punish me
To still have my doubts?
With no proof in my bag
Oh
This is a scary hurried call now.
Can you hear me when i am screaming
God
Or anyone behind the door
To drag me out of this thought
I feel the scissors touch the wire
I can feel the fire
Burn inside and peel my hide
Then I will dive in any lake (now)
Even if it's not yours