When we die
We are given
Wings as big
As our good deeds
And as dark as
Our sins.
When we die
We are given
Wings as big
As our good deeds
And as dark as
Our sins.
It’s that adrenaline
In your veins
In your mind
In your heart
That power
That soars high
You can’t fight
It consumes you
Let it drown you
It has always
Been inside
Of you
You are more
Than you’ll
Ever know
Humans do
Not have
Wings
Nor claws
Or fangs
To snarl
So we look
For other ways
To rise.