Torn from Perfection

Pierce the skin so I can feel something

Dark clouds bloom in dreams

Marking my enemies as they approach the sky

Forced to live

Just to die

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 and the same, it calls you home

Voices below

Rise from the core

A temple of peace

Now a weapon of war

Torn from perfеction

Held in stasis

I linger endlеssly

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