Stolen Wings -

The beast in the bush is a compromise

That comes down

To the things you’re prepared to lose

To a nameless, faceless enemy

And regrets that burn in your mind

So let’s say you survive…

Through the endless string of sleepless nights

Despite the hate that tears at you inside

Despite the flesh and blood you leave behind

You’ll still be waiting for something

Some kind of answer

Maybe someone will save you

So we revolve around

The same decaying orbit every night

With no momentum left to carry on the flight

I swear that I can almost read your mind

You’re still waiting for something

Some kind of answer

Maybe someone will save you

And as with all of your words

So eine Schande!

Such a cruel and brutal thing to say

But then the tables turn

So eine Schande!

It’s your turn to lose

Such a complicated game you play

Years are angels that turn to thieves

And fly away on stolen wings