Everybody got their ways with the nights,
I've got mine too,
It's a little different the way I see them cause they bring out the pain of mine,
Pain of being held all along,
Tied with chains and bed of thorns,
Insects and spiders running along,
Waiting for this night to pass on,
Once I've loved the view of the night,
Until the day I was abducted by hinze,
This is what he calls himself,
Abducted me and kept me in a cell,
For how long I don't...