silhouette of a life

forced myself to sleep last night

woke up to all white

saw all the tears and cries

screamed out but no reply

nirvana dreams were never right

crossing to the other side

it's too late to take this back

accidental excess

now what's in store for a

soul with premature wings that will never soar

for what they're made for

why we wingless angels fall

we'll die if our wings don't grow at all

so tell me why we wingless angels fall

we'll die if our wings don't grow at all

life is always strange

signs like wandering

mental sodomy

this can't be happening

so tell me why we wingless angels fall

we'll die if our wings don't grow at all

so tell me why we wingless angels fall

we'll die if our wings don't grow at all