Torches

(альбом: The White Room - 2012)

It's a cold winter's night in my soul, torches light up the sky like foretold
They are coming for me young and old cause they don't know, they don't know
All the choices I made led me here, never knew man was something to fear
Now the witch hunters are drawing near cause they don't know, they don't know

That I'm waiting, waiting for someone to see me
I'm waiting, waiting for these wounds to wipe clean

I have hidden my face far away cause the flesh on my skin is on display
They say healing will come if I pray but they don't know, they don't know

That I'm waiting, waiting for someone to see me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting for these wounds to wipe clean

I did not choose my disease, please see the flower in the weeds [x4]

Cause I'm waiting, waiting for someone to see me
I am waiting, I'm waiting for these wounds to wipe clean
I'm waiting
I'm just waiting oh, oh, oh