Clouds
by To Kill· from Antarctica
Black skies in my head, dark vision of a lonely life
It could be me lying alone, it could be my dying alone
Escaping from what could be, creating my way, breaking my way, relying on those who help me feel alive
I know this is my safety, my only chance to breathe this black air
In the desperate land and the dying seas, we can create hope
Let this heart have no rest, let your mind have no rest
In this sickness I can find my hope, in this sickness I can see hope