The branches of the trees
that grow up in the dark
will never reach the light,
will never reach the light,

but climbing them will bring
illusions of delight
and you will find them bright,
and you will find them bright.

Balancing over them
will keep your mind in check,
you'll want to get a rest, but
you'll have become adapted.
The light won't really reach
the spot inside this crown
so let your hands go, and
escape the dreams you've crafted

LET GO
LET GO
LET THE NIGHTMARE GO

No one can reach you.
No one can help,
for the darkness sprouts
when light engulfs you.

The roots will dry up
if you hide in the hollow and
get drunk off their juice
until it hurts.

Let go of the nightmare.
This life is not meant to be,
you always run, you always hide,
you're always in disdain - stop here.
Why not grab fate,
why not grab life,
why not accept the light?
Or would you rather stop and stare at
how it burns up the eyes
of all around you,
just because it has to reach inside your heart to keep you living?