Angels in blue skies
tear their wings on the
way down, paint your face
ten times over feel too much
or not at all, highlight your
mistakes because only greatness
makes you enough, and we're
chasing something over the
black, some of us don't dare
to dream, but to step over
the edge might be too much,
we lie deep, and in this
pit the serpent catches us,

lapped by dogs, tongues
deserted by their masters,
we don't say what we mean
to because the trivial spills
over to daylight, fight the
way you feel just to feel a
little longer, I assume
there's a reason behind
AWAKE we are too
aware, that's what
I believe sometimes.