- - - Light's convict - - -

 

to the hanging souls of eternal confusion,
to the blackened minds of light.
in the ways of how it's done,
to keep them all alive.

with me, by me - hang me in this room.
for me, in me - i can feel the gloom.

by the hearts of pointing spears,
by the mirror of the ignorant truth.
in the ways of how they fear,
to keep them all away from you.

with me, by me - i felt the gloom.
for me, in me - i was hanged in this room.

i died,
yeah, i died.
i am dying.

...and i felt the softness of the light.
i felt the softness of the dying light.