[Sample]

[Verse 1]
A fallen angel with a broken wing and dented halo
Scented with good intentions, aroma permeates the breeze
Sniff the potpourri, rebel in a basket case
Devil in his new stress, sipping on a flask of faith
Often off in the cut, lost in the ticks of time that crossed his mind but didn't look both ways
The haze was still while the roadkill behaved for the craved attention paid so the grave would listen
Avoiding vixens insisting the mission cave or stall
Noticed the focus, hope he evades the fall
Clawing his way to the doctrines’ top and watching the slave slaphappy, no options
Just do what they say
Don't ruffle any feathers or shuffle the deck
On a climb to find his mind but hadn't lost it yet
Don't neglect the false prophets
Opening eyes to lies so the ones denied can profit
It's all in your hands, if you understand the longing to exist on a plane where you embody your gift
It’s like this

[Chorus]
He just wanted to be happy, he just wanted to succeed
While the underlings were laughing, he gathered the things that he'd need
To conquer the climb, in hopes to find peace
Though his eyes were heavy, in the back of his mind he heard (“must not sleep”)
[Verse 2]
Dividends remembered in the fall of the masquerade
Sitting in his kitchen with a glass of his past mistakes
Bonded with banter light, tangled in kite strings, waiting to catch flight, but it might sting from the discipline the night brings
Might sing songs to validate each wrong to calculate the breathing of the wind to the nearest tenth
Forgot to carry the one
Singed sentences resulted as he carried the sun on his tongue
Burning needed bridges
Visits by appointment only
Listened to the whispers but insisted that he wasn't lonely
So he rode the wave, prepared for the crash
Smiled every day but scared to laugh
Do what they say, but don't ruffle any feathers or shuffle the deck
On a climb to find his mind but hadn't lost it yet
Regret is an open wound, pending a bending spoon
The conquered are born, a conqueror is groomed
And understand the longing to exist, on a plane where you embody your gift
It’s like this

[Chorus]
He just wanted to be happy, he just wanted to succeed
While the underlings were laughing, he gathered the things that he'd need
To conquer the climb, in hopes to find peace
Though his eyes were heavy, in the back of his mind he heard (“must not sleep”)