Wounded fly
Where you think you’re going?
Your whole life
Depends on what I
Decide for you
And who am I?
That question resides in everything I say and do
Bright lights
Feel no pain
Bringing it on everyday
I’m just like that fly
I swear I heard it
Heard it cry
You’re shitting on everything
Taking flight, these disgusting creatures
Make your own heaven
Forget the sky then the ocean
Rather make your own deep end
The swat team
Read rights
Living dreams
Sore great heights
But ya feel more alone then ever imagined
When the noise takes over
Make your own quiet
Flying off
To show your handle on it
Why is here always off to somewhere else?
Your one life wasted
Understatement
Spread thin like a carpenter building blockades
Dying to remain
Blockading our view
Birds look forward by looking to the side
Make your own heaven
I can’t build you up any higher
Make your own nonsense
Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t fly?
Make your own heaven
The way it is is, the way you want
We’re not leaving unless you take us out
We’re going where
Wounded by every word that I say
I may have thrown too much your way
Catch me when I fall
Cause I’m coming your way