Piece the skin so I can feel something
As dark clouds bloom in dreams
Marking my enemies as they approach the sky
Forced to live
Just to die
Through the field of whispers
A single choice remains
Lying in the embers of my shame
The fear takes your mind as its own
One in the same, it calls you home
Voices below
Rise from the core
A temple of peace
Now a weapon of war
Torn from perfection
Held in stasis
I linger endlessly
Under the sun
Reaching for warmth
Power slips from my grasp
Dark clouds bloom inside my dreams
God's hands come down to clip my wings
Forced to live, just to die