There is no world but what I show you.
You have no knowledge but what I teach you.
Should you stray from me, you will be lost;
what you learn will make you
destroy yourself.

In your darkness you will search for me.
You believe me a light, although I blind you and cause you pain.
Whether the darkness hurts more, you cannot tell.
Perhaps they are one and the same?

One can only try to find their way
but what you look for sinks you further
into a time you have come to loathe.
And you continue to seek a sanctuary
which you know there is,
but not for you.

And when it seems to be day, with the promise of full moon on the horizon, you wonder whether your blackness is not the whole cause of night.
Is it the fault of outside too? As the tree that bears fruit begins to slow…

Still you fight for an emancipation that you are not certain exists.
All you do is all you can, but what you can proves not enough, because you strayed.
Though inevitable, you do not stop to consider.
It is not in your nature.
You won’t confess.

You strayed, and so on the inside is where you’ll stay.