Wings

Even though the atmosphere is caving in it lacks conviction
Pull apart the ignorance, the deviance and the repulsion
Mocking an intelligence as soothing as condescension
Playing with insanity. Profanity

Crawling through the battlefield, the aftermath has no distinction
Of a man whose honourable and proud of all of his convictions
Amidst the hierarchy, the anarchy is an illusion
I plead hypocrisy

What have you done for me
Apart from running away
What have you done for me
Take me out of the game
What have you done for me
Image you portray
What have you done for me
Me, you're going to blame

Nothing

Try to see the jeopardy, the urgency, the complication
Welcoming a renegade who must behave as a deterrent
It will end in travesty, catastrophe, assassinations
Infinite mortality. You're killing me

You complain, you're deranged, you're a humble servant
To the man, with a plan of world domination
Let it be, we will see who most deserves it
Forget the memories

What have you done for me
Apart from running away
What have you done for me
Take me out of the game
What have you done for me
Image you portray
What have you done for me
Me, you're going to blame

Nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Adlington
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