A Wish For Wings That Work

Could I

End my life with a knife sharpened of problems

Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns

A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein

Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul

But my wings have yet to work

But my wings have yet to work

Change means nothing when nothing wants to change

Save your strength for the first disappointment

Change means nothing when nothing wants to change

Save your strength for the first, for the first

Forever is such an unpleasant word

It begins to eat you from the inside out

Beg for sleep

As the noose is tied around

Around your neck

A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein

Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul

But my wings have yet to work

But my wings have yet to work

Forever is such an unpleasant word

It begins to eat you

From the inside out

Beg for sleep

As this noose is tied around your neck

As it's tied around your neck

Could I

End my life with a knife sharpened of problems

Shaped of problems