Caught in the middle of daylight
With my night mask on
Didn't know where I was going
On account of a blinding sun
It shone in my eyes with indifference
To who I am or who I was
A child I am
In the brightness persistent
In telling me I am capable of love
To reside in a cavern of darkness
Your vision soon adjusts
At first I clung to the walls
Now I know every crack in this devilish rock
How played out my story began
And how played out is its end
So Saint Peter please
If you're holding the keys
Turn the brights off and just let me f**ing in
Sick is the wicked man
Sick is what I am
Destined for redemption
Stuck between a rock and a looping of sin
I ask how to bear the journey
Of coming to see in light
I'll hold out my hands
Palms up for mercy
Admission of being blind
Coveted truth
Convergence I a**ume