Like an angel who has forsaken sympathy 
Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!

Blue skies and beckoning winds
Are trying to open the door of your heart
But you're gazing at me as if you cannot see
You just stand there smiling vacantly

Your eyes hold such innocence
You're blind to the fate that will [bad word] to pass
But it's summoning you with a touch like a sigh
You seek it without knowing why

But someday I know that you will be awakened 
And your eyes will finally see
These wings on your back are just waiting to guide you-- 
The future will soon set you free!

This [bad word] thesis, a spiteful angel's litany,
Will soon soar from the window of your destiny
White hot pathos, a desecrated symphony 
Stay [bad word] to this and don't betray your [bad word] now, reach out—you must embrace reality
Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!

You've slept for ever so long
Embraced in affection and cradled with care
But with morning's [bad word] an echoing cry
It tells you to wave your dreams goodbye

And the moon is shining above
It wishes to show just how fragile you are
You're so frail and slight in its silvery light;
Our fate is not one we can fight

But someday I hope that we'll be reunited
If that is what's destined to be
Perhaps we'll discover that elusive bible
And then we will finally be free!

This [bad word] thesis, a spiteful angel's mockery,
Will bring with it the sorrow of futility
Hold on tightly and do not lose vitality
You must wake up, for now the dream is [bad word] now, reach out—you must embrace humanity
Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!

Love is the thread of the story that's woven
Of future and present and past
I may not ever ascend to the heavens
But I know my love will still last

This [bad word] thesis, a spiteful angel's litany,
Will soon soar from the window of your destiny
White hot pathos, a desecrated symphony 
Stay [bad word] to this and don't betray your [bad word] now, reach out—you must embrace reality
Rise up, young boy, and make yourself a legend!