Wounded fly Where you think you're going? Your whole life Depends on what I Decide for you And who am I? That question resides in everything I say and do Bright lights Feel no pain Bringing it on everyday I'm just like that fly I swear I heard it Heard it cry You're sh**ting on everything Taking flight, these disgusting creatures Make your own heaven Forget the sky then the ocean Rather make your own deep end The swat team Read rights Living dreams Sore great heights But ya feel more alone then ever imagined When the noise takes over Make your own quiet Flying off To show your handle on it Why is here always off to somewhere else? Your one life wasted Understatement Spread thin like a carpenter building blockades Dying to remain Blockading our view Birds look forward by looking to the side Make your own heaven I can't build you up any higher Make your own nonsense Why didn't you tell me you didn't fly? Make your own heaven The way it is is, the way you want We're not leaving unless you take us out We're going where Wounded by every word that I say I may have thrown too much your way Catch me when I fall Cause I'm coming your way