Hey you!
Look over here,
Can you see my soulless shadow standing over there.
The corner of hell seems to be getting hotter.
I've asked for water,
but no one can hear my cries,
I'm dying of thirst with every second that goes by.
Hey you!
over in the corner,
What is my shadow trying to say.
I can't hear or read lips anway
Hey you!
look over here,
Isn't that my soulest shadow trying to break out of here.
Can you see me screaming coming from me?
Hey you!
listen here,
I'm frightened over hear.
Can you lift the curse from my soul,
so my shadow can rest and the destructiveness will end?
Take my hand, let's find what we were looking for.
Don't bother to bring your compass, it will only point us north.
I don't want to be led anywhere, I want the wind to do that for us.
The wind is unpredictable, not stable like the compass.
I don't want to look to anything to help us find directions,
for once, I don't want to be tied down to rules and regulations.
So don't bring your map, I don't know how to read it anway.
I should've learned to long ago like everyone used to say.
But it seems that it has paid off and trained me for today.
Because all those lines and symbols would just get in the way.
They say you should always carry a compass or a map, but they don't always
help.
We're not going to rely on these things to help us find ourselves.
The only thing we need is a dry place to crash and...
the only thing I need is the touch of your hand.