Weeding Out the Thorns

Beautiful when it's bright
But it's nothing when it's night

All I want is rest, I hope
Surely not a fierce machine
Once I was, I was like a brain
You can try to put me in a cage

Without the doors

Darkness, no light
I don't know what to claim
Salvation or damnation
I prefer to die

Die
Die
Die
Once I was a rat
All these things I've been
Those times, those memories
No, you can't take them away
No