Back to the turning point

I wear my heart on my sleeve

Saved from judgement with a noose for my neck

They praise the champions of habit and wish death upon refugees

Only the soulless remain after the cleansing and wrath



After the cleansing and wrath





Fly with your own kind

We all have something to prove

But there are few who dare to live from the inside out

Fake conceptions challenge our reality



Question your reality



Beyond the boundaries that caged me

Behind the skyline of death

Within our reach yet so distant 

Confront normality



I’ve spent my days in the gutter 

Trying to find myself beneath the bricks of my sanity

Between our shelter and shame lies a pathway that takes us home





Fly with your own kind

We all have something to prove

But there are few who dare to live

From the inside out

Fake conceptions challenge our reality