So am i opportunist? When lost in the mist. I finaly found you as my last hope. Am i ungratefull to try? Cause last week you were a lie And now i'm begging for your help Can you feel why I am afraid? Is it too late? To reach your hand, and cross your land Will you punish me To still have my doubts? With no proof in my bag Oh This is a scary hurried call now. Can you hear me when i am screaming God Or anyone behind the door To drag me out of this thought I feel the scissors touch the wire I can feel the fire Burn inside and peel my hide Then I will dive in any lake (now) Even if it's not yours