Now is the climax to the story
That gives the demons and angels purpose
They fly around while we are
Walking and mold our emotions
Just to please them
I am cold, can you hear?
I will fly with no hope, no fear
And the ground taunts my wings
Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing
All we are is an isle of flightless birds
We find our worth in giving birth, and stuff
We're lining our homes against winding roads
And we think the going is tough
We pick songs to sing, remind us of things nobody cares about
wrong
worth
wings
winding
while
wasting
walking
tough
thinking
things
taunts
stuff
story
sleeping
sleep
sides
routine
emotions
think
against
believe
flightless
nobody
demons
weeping
evening
degrading
afraid
climax
patiently
please
cares
gives
heart
fading
angels
birth
begin
songs
morning
about
around
decide
repeat
birds
going
frustrating
giving
waiting
ground
light
every
homes
lining
knows
suicidal
right
battle
honestly
roads
plummet
promise
probably
purpose
creep
apart
really
remind
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