Lack of passion, lack of mind.
Lack of the love you left behind.
Limp thoughts and weary eyes,
Emotion is your demise.
Hide from love and hide from lust,
Crouch in flames because you must.
Fighting hatred with hatred to keep it at bay,
You've feared all feelings since they went away.
You can burn, you can bite
But you cry into the night
Bleeding as you wonder why
Your wings are gone, you're left to die.
Chair stands under the noose you hung,
Sick of being the bottom rung.
Realise the scene, push yourself up off the mat,
Back on your feet, you know you're stronger than that.
So armed with paint bucket and brush,
You try to work but not to rush.
As that band told you one song,
You'll have to paint your wings back on.