Epica

Mother of Light

It always put me on the edge,

To think of all the spoilt lives

Today I’m one step further

Not sure if I’ve survived myself

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction

Whatever happens in my dreams

I know it can’t be worse than this

So I prefer to sleep

I am searching

~ without vision ~

For the answers in the dirt

I am waiting

~ just for nothing ~

For the day that I’ll be heard

You’re the sea in which I’m floating

And I lose myself in you

I am feeling these sensations

I communicate with you

I am looking

~ without vision ~

For a different kind of way

I am thinking

~ just for nothing ~

About that specific day

You’re the night so you’re the dark side

Of the day you’ll never see

You’re the past but everlasting

Can you share one day with me?

You’re the hand that I rejected

But I can’t forgive myself

I am selfish and not worthy

To think of, even to die for

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction

Whatever happens in my dreams

I know it can’t be worse than this

So I prefer to sleep

Tomorrow, don’t know where I’ll be

I need some place to go now

So do you know the way I feel

Or shall I give up my belief?

You’re the lock I’ve never opened

‘Cause I threw away the key

I’m enclosed within my own thoughts

That will never set me free

Youre the hand that I rejected

But I cant forgive myself

I am selfish and not worthy

To think of, even to die for

You’re the question to the answer

And without there’ll never be

Any thought in this direction

You’ve created this in me

Youre the hand that I rejected

But I cant forgive myself

I am selfish and not worthy

To think of, even to die for

Serenity is taking over all I am, it gives me peace

And all I see are visions of my destiny

Why should I bleed and pay for the others’ greed?

We consciously sign our own sentence of death

How can you go on, did you forget

What we have learned from the past?

We can’t go on killing ourselves

And with us all the rest

Why can’t you see, don’t you regret?

Reality is sometimes stranger than fiction

Whatever happens in my dreams

I know it can’t be worse than this

So I prefer to sleep

I am alone with all my thoughts

Alone without a hope and

I lost the thing I needed most

I feel I can’t survive this fall

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