A thorn attached to a rose pricks the finger of the weakest link
Drawing blood to sever the ties between reality and dreams
We are not invincible, but a product of sacrifice
And only in death doth take away our last ounce of pride
Things change and things die
So tell me, what's happening here?
A green ribbon strikes the hearts of the unknowing
And sends them a pinch of pain but a wave of hope
Giving us the sign to go on, but can we?
Can we settle our differences and carry on for him?
Diseases settle within our systems, wrecking and breaking us down
We fall to our knees, searching for a miracle, a way out of this Hell
The ones who save us, are they still here?
Look around you, scattered are your friends, your enemies, your thoughts
I want to give up, I feel the Devil trying to pull me down
Yet my angels keep me standing, keep my chin held high
Where I go from here is a mystery, unaware of who's still by my side
A guardian without wings, losing every bit of faith
To fly
