I try to follow the path of light.
But temptation is always there
And it's not fair
Demons that whisper to you in the ear
Causing you fear of failing
So you go back to the old habits
And from the hat pulling rabbits
And every rabbit you take
More and more on the way of the darkness you fall
And so returns the sickness
That consumes you inside
Little by little
Making your soul brittle
And the time that passes between my fingers
Never to return
And in turn, I grow weak and old
Or so by demons, i've been told.
And these visions of hell
And once again I began to fell
But something hold me tight
And with all of her might flap her wings
Bringing me back into the light.