Flying
Endless flying, always fallen
I can feel your sickness, calling
Rise above this, lost in darkness
You can see that this is not bliss
Spoon fed poison, forced abortion
You would make me not a person
Scattered skies, chock full of lies
Tear filled pool made up of cries
In the distance, there is no chance
Nothing makes a bit of difference
Repeat my words, twisted, wicked
That is not at all what I said
Bring me so low, I did not know
Where the fuck did all my friends go
No more dreaming, so long sleeping
It’s like I’ve sunken past the deep end
No more will, I’ve lost my way
There’s nothing left for me to say
I’m always falling, endless flying
I can feel this sickness, dying.
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