Flightless
But it didn’t used to be
Its soft and dark
Wings were torn apart
And fallen from the grand oak tree
Afraid, it gave up everything
To find the things it couldn’t see

Angel
She said why’d you have to go and clip your wings?
Now though you may be feeling well
You’re fallen, and you’ll never fly again
You’ve come down and now you’re forced to think
And feel, and bleed and sleep
What goals do you seek?

Love?
Emotions of a frail and human heart?
Are these the things you’re longing for?
That drives our kind to war and hate
But now it’s far too late
You’ve found your heart is beating
And your adrenaline is fading
And the fear is gathering in your brain

Listen
I won’t pretend to understand
The way you used to live
But what good could come of being one of them?
To see what it’s like to cry?
And what it’s like to want to die
The fear that you won’t make it
And the inability to change it

Everyday
You’ll regret this decision
You’ll wish you weren’t abandoned
When you see, when you bleed
When you’re sick or tired, or starving
You did this to yourself

Now
One day you’ll be brittle
Your mind and body will shrivel
And you’ll wonder where you’ll end up
Back where you came from?
The place you ran from?
This decision wasn’t yours to make
And when you’re made up, nice and fake
Who will be there at the angel’s wake?