A Wish for Wings That Work

Could I
End my life with a knife sharpened of problems
Sweet satisfaction of a night sky with horns

A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein
Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
But my wings have yet to work
But my wings have yet to work

Change means nothing when nothing wants to change
Save your strength for the first disappointment
Change means nothing when nothing wants to change
Save your strength for the first, for the first

Forever is such an unpleasant word
It begins to eat you from the inside out
Beg for sleep
As the noose is tied around
Around your neck

A paper cut bleeds like a cut vein
Could this sky open up and accept this tortured soul
But my wings have yet to work
But my wings have yet to work

Forever is such an unpleasant word
It begins to eat you
From the inside out

Beg for sleep
As this noose is tied around your neck
As it's tied around your neck

Could I
End my life with a knife sharpened of problems
Shaped of problems