so am i opportunist ?
when lost in the mist.
I finaly found you as my last hope. 
am i ungratefull to try?
Cause last week you were a lie 
And now i’m begging for your help
can you feel why I am afraid? 
Is it too late ? 
to reach your hand, and cross your land
will you punish me
to still have my doubts ?
with no proof in my bag
Oh
This is a scary hurried call now.
Can you hear me when i am screaming 
God
or anyone behind the door
to drag me out of this thought 
I feel the scissors touch the wire
I can feel the fire
burn inside and peel my hide
then I will dive in any lake (now) 
even if it’s not yours