Isle Of Flightless Birds

Now is the climax to the story That gives the demons and angels purpose They fly around while we are walking And mold our emotions just to please them I am cold, can you hear? I will fly with no hope, no fear And the ground, taunts my wings Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing All we are is an isle of flightless birds We find our worth in giving birth and stuff We're lining our homes against winding roads And we think the going is tough We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that nobody cares about And honestly we're probably more suicidal than ever now If you decide to live by, what you think's wrong and what's right Believe me, you'll begin to wish you were sleeping Your weeping will creep in your head, and you'll cry But if we wake up every morning and decide what we believe We can take apart our very heart and the light will set us free I am cold, can you hear? I will fly, with no hope, no fear And the ground, taunts my wings Plummet as I sing, plummet as I I am cold, can you hear? I will fly, with no hope, no fear And the ground, taunts my wings Plummet as I sing, plummet as I How frustrating, and so degrading His time, we're wasting As time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading And He is waiting, oh, so patiently While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability And please think about why you can't sleep in the evening And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine (I promise you, this is mine)