Climb

You're dehydrated

Fly

Your wings are jaded

Cry

You're enervated

Die

For what you believe in

Try

You've nearly made it

Why?



You're the plague within my dreams

Soaring through an atmosphere of an adequate lack of strength

And we're responsible

The truth is that it will end here

Denial's an impairment of your fear

Can we save us from ourselves?

This is the saviour and its form



You can break through

Wake me up

Tell me it's gone

False hope sells lies I won't buy

We are still one

Let's attempt escape

Melancholia will feed

We'll admit defeat

The vox popular will cease

The air is thickening

We are drifting



What's done is done

One more second chance would be enough

Only on the brink can we see so clearly

Wake me up