Crippled wings in dust they lay Bloodied lips lost hope they drink Feathers falling in tar they stick Forgetting when Drowning in the stench of fate Falling through your fingers spread Tangled in a web of threads Forgetting why
For your truth we’re paid in rust You’re paid in iron for our trust And then it turns to dust And you spit out the worms
Through rotted teeth
How did this come, when did you fall? Clinging to grace, still losing face
Crippled wings of burning scorn Bloodied lips out loud they mourn Feathers falling black and slick Forgetting when, forgetting why Drowning in a casket of air Falling through, your feet set strong Tangled in a vast emptiness Forgetting when, forgetting why
How did this come, when did you fall? Clinging to grace, still losing face