You've never given me a brief when you designed the darkness,
But I know it's your art,
And stuck inside the maze of your work,
Where I'm scared for my life,
Where every voice screams,
It'll tear me apart,
I look for you to step out of the dark,
I have the audacity to pray rescue into your arms.
But I know it's your art,
And stuck inside the maze of your work,
Where I'm scared for my life,
Where every voice screams,
It'll tear me apart,
I look for you to step out of the dark,
I have the audacity to pray rescue into your arms.