To Escape Death

I feel a thing in my mind,

And it's strange for me.

I feel a war in my soul,

Something to shake.

My hearth is full of a new hate,

And it's very good:

Now I'm ready

I'M BREAKING SUGARY IMAGES,

SAINTS, AND AN OLD WORLD,

I'M BREAKING THE PUPPET STRINGS,

I CAN DO IT NOW!

To escape death, to escape death,

Running into the fear.

To be the eyes of a child,

And to reset all.