What I want do I truly know?
My mind is random, A uniqe flow

When I have something to state
Next reaction, hesitate
I turn around, lock the gate

What do I want? Can I trust?
Just another sinfull lust?

I put on my mask, hold out my sheild
My compass, in a magnetic minefield

Quick decisions usually lead
To another blackening of my creed

What I want, I have learned
Another part of me, yet again burned

You were my guide, Always prepared
Without you, I am truly scared

Scared however is differend than weak,
I want no more
I seek.