Wind for Wings - Fallujah

Tortured by sorrow

For reasons I can’t follow

Can I give wind to your wings?

While you pretend to feel what’s real

You want what’s mine

I’ve known it all along

Thoughts become perverse

There’s code behind her words

Flawed is the man who thinks himself a god

Mistrusted are the words of her creator

They’re nothing but contempt

Strange it is to love the one that’s

Dreaming of your death

What is it I look for in this elusive test?

Rigged it is this game I played

And that’s my one regret

Can I give wind to your wings?

While you pretend to feel what’s real

You know there’s something more

I have everything that you want

Caged from the world

Where silence is the sound

Born with the thirst to

Strike my creator down

Weakness in your heart

Each feeling consuming you

Can you claim everything I thought

Impossible to lose

Nothing but scorn in her breath

Can I give wind to your wings?

While you pretend to feel what’s real

You know there’s something more

I have everything that you want