The Rasmus. Dead Promises (№ 348382)

The break of dawn kills all
the beauty
The dead of night is
drifting away.
Should I stay and welcome the day
Or should I follow the one
And hide from the sun
The ray of light cuts like a razor
The blazing fire burns
in my eyes
The day reveals the
dreadful betrayer.
The morning comes
Killing the beauty of the night
Which slowly
Retreats.
Me to meet a new day
Or after night
To hide from the sun?
A beam of light cuts hurt like a blade.
The fire is burning
In my eyes.
Day exposes
The vile traitor.