You are a fake periscope. You are the morning bliss but tied with a rope. You are a mask that we put on our face. You are the firework that's blinding the croud. I was told what to live for, where's the light and who's the Devil. If you're a dream that I should fight for, chase me, meet me on the way and challenge me. You are the Queen, the gifted one. You are the medicine killing us all. You are a mask that we put on our face. You are the finish line but without the race. I was told what to live for, where's the light and who's the Devil. If you're dream that I should fight for, chase me, meet me on the way and challenge me. Into the darkness you would show like a lighthouse on the shore to command me where to go but only the fire in my heart like a lantern in the dark tells where I need to go, tells me wher I need to go. I need to go on my own. Deep in my heart, I feel like I always knew the part that leads me somewhere in the light. And inside my skin, it burns like a candle flame slowly growing hopes for what I wished. All that I want is a second wind to grant my wishes. Deep in my heart, I feel like I always knew the part that leads me somwhere in the light.