Net

The hunted beast is so easy to be found
The thoughts are as transparent as the glass around
Actually, my thoughts do not belong to me
I run after the night in the presence of impending tragedy

There is no way out of the invisible grate
The feeling of nausea by the suppressed hate
The spectral hand is reaching for me
There is no way

Trying to fight (such a foolish action)
With an extinct torch (and no attraction)
One more night (uniting with)
A senseless search

I've been holding my breath for so many days
Watching over all the four ways
Lying low I’m trying to listen
My worst enemy is my own nervous system

Merciful night cherishes my fear
Swallows the dew this darkness to tear

Oh no! They are coming for me!
My salvation is near, but it’ll be painfully
The silky thread dances with me and I’m struck
In the bright of the moon with a fever attack

Drowning in the moonlight
With no way and no sight

I've been holding my breath for so many days
I've been watching over all the four ways
And lying low I try just to be
'Coz my worst enemy
Is me

I see the shadows round the corner…