Lightsick

Is it over

or has it begun

do you wonder

what will we become

when our eyes close

on the starry ends

when we finish our rows

and the folds are dead

when the lights go out

on us

when the will is real

but fate is a cold, cold thread

and the pins will fall

down to the motherland

sit down

let it take you in

kill off

or you let it when

when the lights go out

on us

when the signals fail to fade

and the waves will break the shade

fight the land

let it take you on

on

when the water turns to grey

and the darkness leads the way

fight the land

let it take you on

on

when the lights go out

on us