I with my flashlight hiding underneath your bed

With my dirty hands and my dirty feet and my flashlight

My flashlight is the only light that I have so don't you ask

My flashlight is holy bright but it's also black and it wants me back

A stare can share a lot in dreams

I swear to take care of what's in front of me

A stare from the guard tears me apart and I squirm I never learn

And rays from behind all roar up and shine and

I fall down from your halls

And as I die a choir shouts a blessing

And as I squirm with the worms I ask what is depressing

Because it shouldn't sit to end up in the pits when you die

Would you even try to organize breathe fire and rise in the air

Would you even care and as I burn

I would learn how to start a fierce demon choir

We would march to the arch with the question

Who fuels all this hell fire and what's below it

But I should ask what's in your head 'cause I'm under your bed

And I'm mean never coming clean

And you ask for a light which comes as no surprise and I'm there

With my tangled hair

And as he dies a choir shouts a blessing

And as he squirms with the worms

I ask what is depressing

And how to fight it