Flying with my own fucking broken wing Trying to escape all this nothing Lazy and lost in my own sun screen Making mud to get the dirt clean Soaking mops and shit stained knees Biting back to fight off hungry fleas Mud and dust caked on my face I never felt so damn out of place No salvation on a cross No gaining through your loss Bloody on the thorns and pearls in the gates Wash my hands and clean the slates I don't want what you try to give I don't want the way you live It was nice of you to offer All that's in your empty coffer But can't take what you don't hold I don't need ice in the cold If your weren't lost I'd follow your lead But you better die when you bleed I don't trust what rises after the end What doesn't break and will not bend