Unwinged

Casketgarden

Composição de: Casketgarden / Balázs Tóth
Soaring with wings of innocence I saw the Earth's 
resignation
This 3rd spit of the Sun from above seemed like a teardrop 
in a black ocean...
...a teardrop of pure emotion

Chorus:
You made me unwinged
Separated from my spine and grinded
Yoke instead feathers
but this falling made me sober

From closer world's beauty became disgust as I watched the 
man's slow swarming
Indifference, jealousy, despise, greed, extortion made the 
human virus unfolding

Chorus

My wings -Your trophy
You're bursting with pride
My pain - Your proof
That you're always right

But to tell the truth I really don't care
You are something I'm not
My soul flies without these wings
As I crawl on the ground till my fingers bleed

Facing the human coldness I resolved to find the missing 
part of mine
who stands the smell filled the lungs of mine

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