My wings are torn away.

Spit words like knives.

Inside the fields,

A former life decay.

A poison sword we swallow.

Will you fall back?



Sing for your health.

Sing for the lonely nights,

Existing in hell.

In a loveless world we seem to live.



My wings are torn away.

Spit words like knives.

Inside the fields,

A former life decay.

A poison sword we swallow.

Will you fall back?



Sing for your health.

Sing for the lonely nights,

Existing in hell.

In a loveless world we seem to live.



My wings are torn.

I suffocate.

In the darkest place.

Of the black market hell I live.



My wings are torn.

I suffocate.

In the darkest place.

Of the black market hell I live.



My wings are torn.

I suffocate.

I suffocate.