| The blood in my head burns like fire
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| And madness is raising it’s head
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| Surviving, the deepest desire?
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| Or just an obsession instead?
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| I feel the pain when I see the rain
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| I don’t have the power I need
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| I’m locked inside in my head and my mind
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| It’s time to give up and concede
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| Without wings, I cannot fly
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| I’ll never reach the sky above
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| Is this the way, the place I’ll stay?
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| Will I be trapped forevermore?
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| The weight of the world on my shoulders
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| It’s crushing my humanity
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| Longer I go and get older
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| I embrace my insanity
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| And now I can see, what’s inside of me
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| Ignorance is not a virtue
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| I sense and I feel, frustration so real
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| Or is it just fake and untrue?
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| Without wings, I cannot fly
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| I’ll never reach the sky above
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| Is this the way, the place I’ll stay?
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| Will I be trapped forevermore?
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| The blood in my head burns like fire
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| And madness is still in my head
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| Life, the deepest desire?
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| Or just an obsession instead?
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| But now I can see, what’s inside of me
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| Ignorance is a virtue?
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| I sense and I feel, frustration so real
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| Or is it just fake and untrue?
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| Without wings, I cannot fly
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| I’ll never reach the sky above
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| Is this the way, the place I’ll stay?
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| Will I be trapped forevermore? |