Lyrics:

Slow suffocation beneath the clouds
The crusade for humanity is nearly lost
Fumes of foul temperament thicken the air
Envenomed by beings of inborn transgression
If the wicked are never to rest
Surely they will not be saved
And so the hopeful drown in the hopeless

A glimpse of life in the midst of death
This side of romance and delusion always dies
You
So selfless and concerned are no exception

There are only those who do not care and those who would do you harm
The remains of salvation lies in the graveyards
Where the soulful have since been absorbed by the souless

Suffer this small truth
In laboring for human redemption you are asking brick to be glass

Repeating lies to yourself just to keep your faith
You lie to yourself to maintain your sanity
We all lie to ourselves when we feel the hopelessness of a grim tomorrow

Be winged
Free from the mire of men
Be winged
Leave the dead soil to the dying
Inherit the wind
Soar from the coils that asphyxiate you
Be winged and climb high with a wingspan to humble mankind