Isle of Flightless Birds
Now is the climax to the storyThat gives the demons and angels purposeThey fly around while we are walkingAnd mold our emotions just to please them
I am cold, can you hear?I will fly with no hope, no fearAnd the ground taunts my wingsPlummet as I sing, plummet as I sing
All we are is an isle of flightless birdsWe find our worth in giving birth and stuffWe're lining our homes against winding roadsAnd we think the going is toughWe pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares aboutAnd honestly we're probably more suicidal than ever now
If you decide to live by, what you think's wrong and what's rightBelieve me you'll begin to wish you were sleepingYour weeping will creep in your head and you'll cryBut if we wake up every morning and decide what we believeWe can take a part our very heart and the light will set us free
I am cold, can you hear?I will fly with no hope, no fearAnd the ground taunts my wingsPlummet as I sing, plummet as I...
I am cold, can you hear?I will fly with no hope, no fearAnd the ground taunts my wingsPlummet as I sing, plummet as I sing
How frustrating and so degradingHis time, we're wastingAs time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fadingAnd he is waiting, oh so patientlyWhile we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortabilityPlease don't think about why you can't sleep in the eveningAnd please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinkingYour soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sidesAnd it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine(I promise you)