Hidden in the Deep

It's about struggling with one's conscience about what to do when faced with a moral dilemma, but realising that since you're the master of your destiny, there's no point being accountable to anyone else

Somewhere hidden deep

I'm haunted by my mirror image as I sleep

Provoking a response and I find myself distraught

My courage drained, in the dark recesses of my thoughts

 

Taking me down again

I'm colder and more afraid

And so the darkness will swallow me

 

My darkness

And I want to see the stars again

My atrocities

And maybe I'll conquer death

My darkness

And I want to see the stars again

My atrocities

Someday I'll catch my breath

 

Sometime in the witching hour

I'm captivated by a dark thirst for power

Attracting the minds, converted now from fear

And all of my barriers, my inhibitions have disappeared

 

Hands reaching through the sand

Reaching out, should I join them

I think I'll give this fight another shot

 

My darkness

And I want to see the stars again

My atrocities

And maybe I'll conquer death

My darkness

And I want to see the stars again

My atrocities

Someday I'll catch my breath

 

The End

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