• If the air let me breath
    I would refuse,
    If took all of to be with you.

    The pain of bullet,
    The sharp of knife,
    Take these white wings,
    For I done with this life.

    I want that sweet tend blackness,
    to feel the ground catch as I fall again.
    I wish the night would swallow me up.
    Alone in the dark waiting for that wonder...

    The sting of the poison,
    the burn of the flame,
    take these white wings,
    from whence they came.

    Dreams are nothing,
    just like this life,
    Can't any body make my mind right.
    Again with the anger and hatred and pain,
    With all this hate whats there to gain.

    The pain as I choke,
    The stress of no air,
    Take these white wing,
    I want them out of here.

    These white wings are a reminder of loss.
    Dip them in blood, or dye, but they still shine bright.
    Surley this is punishment,
    Where is the end?
    Take these white wings...
    Take them away,
    leave me to brood
    on a dark rainy day.

    The relief of the end.
    No pain for my loss.
    The white wings are gone.
    Burried in the forest, covered in moss.