A wounded bird dies in flight
Upon the starless, empty night
Where all the roads met their end
And no afterlife can begin
So let me see your battle scars
Proof of a life ridden hard
Can you see with closed eyes
Can you speak truthful lies
Pointless tragedies opened inside
Navigation to your own homicide
Without purpose without reason
God sees your acts of treason
Mother told us we reap what we've sown
So no excuses you've always known
And heres your story for you to tell
Life is beauty, life is hell
