Clothed in modern robes, I am fightingnTo save the spark that holds, I am tryingnOf everything that's keane, my skin's the most nnnIf the heart could see the skinnThen it could breathe the fire innAnd it would envelop all my skinnTo save the soul nnI want to set on firenI want to burn with the whitest lightnSo the darkest sight can seenBut the aphotic night has captured me nnCasing likes to hold me captivenFuel is nothing more than baggagenIgnite this low-born sparknAnd burn these walls nnI want to set on firenI want to burn with the whitest lightnSo the darkest sight can seenAnd be rightnBecause I want to set on firenI want to burn with the whitest lightnSo the darkest sight can seenBecause the aphotic night won't capture me