Slow suffocation beneath the clouds The crusade for humanity is nearly lost Fumes of foul temperament thicken the air Envenomed by beings of inborn transgression If the wicked are never to rest Surely they will not be saved And so the hopeful drown in the hopeless A glimpse of life in the midst of d**h This side of romance and delusion always dies You So selfless and concerned are no exception There are only those who do not care and those who would do you harm The remains of salvation lies in the graveyards Where the soulful have since been absorbed by the souless Suffer this small truth In laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be gla** Repeating lies to yourself just to keep your faith You lie to yourself to maintain your sanity We all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness of a grim tomorrow Be winged Free from the mire of men Be winged Leave the dead soil to the dying Inherit the wind Soar from the coils that asphyxiate you Be winged and climb high with a wingspan to humble mankind