No space anymore to do what I want.
All I want dies slowly into oblivion.
The personal will becomes a toothless lion.
Survival power overtaken, now starve under the hot, radiant sun.
What do you want, lion?
Animal you are. Forget about yourself. It’s over.
For you. Nothing remains. Just the sun. Just the sun.
Under my wings, you’ll find the shadow so urgently needed.
You’ll find the shelter you craved a lifetime for.
You’ll find a home that takes you anywhere.
Just dare to let go who you are, let loose what holds you.
Forget about the broken teeth, the broken bones, the broken structures.
Your survival mode is ending.
There was never anything to survive.
Just the sun. Just the sun.