On Broken Wings
Hell or High Water
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