As Sun

Hundred of us are mortal and already fallen,

Thousands of us gonna fall I think second night.

Damage is clearly bigger (I haven't call you),

Than I can manage barely without advice.

 

Maybe I'm just myself and I have no other

Way to defeat my own sick, tired mind.

But maybe I'm bigger, I'm matter, my mind is golden

As sun. It's really harmful to see my light.