Have you ever seen the sky mold into darkest night?
Have you ever watched the moon glow with borrowed light?
I never thought I'd wonder the purpose of painted wings
Things hoped for, things wished for, and things totally unseen.
Suffering Angels flying so high,
I watch them fall, streaming from the sky,
Their pearly white wings,
Their ripped and ruined robes,
They thought they knew the answers,
But turns out they were wrong.
My heart keeps beating,
My eyes keep seeing,
The blood never stops in my veins.
I thought I was different,
I thought I was special,
But none of it mattered,
They were just thoughts of the vain.
The war continues onward,
those angels keep fighting,
and they only care that I bleed.
I bleed and I fall,
The world crashes down,
Their wings fly and flutter 'round me.
And when I open my eyes,
And look without pride,
I see what they wanted to show,
And that was hundreds of angels
Surrounding my friends,
And the friends of friends I don't know.
"We're everywhere and nowhere,
we're here but we're not,
so don't you go feeling so special.
You're life may bring pain,
You heart may just burst,
But look around and you'll see,
You're just like everyone else."
