“Beware of darkness,” you gently cry out of the blue.
L’Angelo Misterioso, if not for you — what is life?
Don’t you understand that it is light which I fear?
The darkness is why I came.
No one can escape from it — not even you.
Isn’t it a pity?
All things must pass,
so — let it down, plug me in, and let it roll
like you have no place to go.
Behind that locked door, I’d have you anytime.
It won’t take long.
Everyone has choice— it’s free!
This is the art of living.