| Song | Lost in the light |
| Artist | Dikta |
| Album | Get it together |
| So long my fallen friends and foes | |
| A final fight dropped to the floor | |
| In thousand pieces, pushed and pulled | |
| A paradox, with a plan for the poor | |
| A ten year old stands tall and talks | |
| And tries his best to tell us his tale | |
| Of shadows, hurt and spiteful sins | |
| And summers spent hiding his trail | |
| Open yourself to him | |
| One more time, one last time (on your own, on your own) | |
| This time you‘ll go for it | |
| Stop it all, end it all | |
| In spite of searching for your soul | |
| A final fight dropped to the floor | |
| In thousand pieces, waiting | |
| For anything to pull you apart | |
| But you never made your move | |
| Petrified, paralyzed, poisoned by fear | |
| And praying for help |
| So long my fallen friends and foes | |
| A final fight dropped to the floor | |
| In thousand pieces, pushed and pulled | |
| A paradox, with a plan for the poor | |
| A ten year old stands tall and talks | |
| And tries his best to tell us his tale | |
| Of shadows, hurt and spiteful sins | |
| And summers spent hiding his trail | |
| Open yourself to him | |
| One more time, one last time on your own, on your own | |
| This time you' ll go for it | |
| Stop it all, end it all | |
| In spite of searching for your soul | |
| A final fight dropped to the floor | |
| In thousand pieces, waiting | |
| For anything to pull you apart | |
| But you never made your move | |
| Petrified, paralyzed, poisoned by fear | |
| And praying for help |