From Grace to Grave - Descend

Running from grace to grave

Turning my head away from the sun

The earth shakes, splits in two

I’m standing in between

Which side do I choose?

Inside me, thrust to the ground, my spirit awaits sudden death

I can’t distinguish real from fake

I’m near the absolute, the final stage

And though the fangs carve deep

Not one single drop but confusion is raining

Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are

One perfect struggle between fear and courage

The scale won’t tip 'til one of us leaves

Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are one

Running from grace to grave

Turning my head away from the sun

Last step, I falter

I spread my wings and I fly

My journey has just begun

I take off and I feel the pressure to make it alone in this world

And when I fall astray I remind myself what you have said

I gather my strength and I seek my way back

But I don’t see the fire

Burning my wings

I drop to the ground