Wrong

On a Sunday I was born I a blood moon night in June A stillborn child by faith I had to hide in my cocoon And when the nights got longer I was becoming so much stronger That I decided to arise The winds carried me higher I was trapped in the inside When I felt a strong desire To pretend that I’m alive I feel I’m growing older While everything’s becoming colder And then I’m opening my eyes Light - a bright and shining light Is all that I was meant to see Pain - it’s raining in my head Is this what I was meant to be If I am wrong I can be who you desire If I am wrong Just sacrifice me on a pyre When all the things That I was meant to be Turn out to be a lie Now that I’m wrong I can’t wake up ‘till I die Keeping up with my intention To get to know who I’ve become Another flickering dimension Is it all lost to everyone And when the nights got longer I was becoming so much stronger Now I’m conquering the skies I’m resurrected in dark water The place where it had all begun I’m waiting for the final answer I can make it all undone I feel I’m growing older While everything’s becoming colder Who will hear my future cries? Light - a bright and shining light Is all that I was meant to see Pain - it’s raining in my head Is this what I was meant to be If I am wrong I can be who you desire If I am wrong Just sacrifice me on a pyre When all the things That I was meant to be Turn out to be a lie Now that I’m wrong I can’t wake up ‘till I die “It's the emptiness that's left Because people who have no hopes are easy to control And whoever has control has the power” If I am wrong I can be who you desire If I am wrong Just sacrifice me on a pyre When all the things That I was meant to be Turn out to be a lie Now that I’m wrong I can’t wake up ‘till I die