
I fall to my death,
Quite conscious in my nightmare,
I die, dead awake.
Wisdom pleasures me,
Darkness raptures my spirit,
Folly deceives me.
I make my way to
who I was, am, will become.
Live whom I will be.
I fall to my death,
Quite conscious in my nightmare,
I die, dead awake.
Wisdom pleasures me,
Darkness raptures my spirit,
Folly deceives me.
I make my way to
who I was, am, will become.
Live whom I will be.