Hell or High Water - On Broken Wings

Run for dear life

The approaching storm is bringing the things that I have grown to fear in this

world

I should have cut my eyes from my head and removed my tongue

Severed my hands at the wrists so I’d make it to Heaven

Consuming lives, both yours and mine

Torn limb from limb

Now sacrifice

Flood

Wash it away

Begin to drown

The masses are swallowed under

And all above the surface of the water burns and is torn limb from limb