From far up here to down below, 
Two martyrs' in this confront 
From cusp to culiarity our iris do collide 
Do you see yourself reflected in the blackest parts of me? 
Outstretched beyond lie feathered posteriors 
Your failures to me now painfully clear to see 
With wings affixed to bone to break, 
Tragic trajectories fore told, instilling fear 
With mighted strength I do you embrace and take 
foot held down, to instigate 
The keel, the bow, the appendages new vicissitude 

Pulled into a [bad word] [bad word] juices 
As your maker looks on helplessly 
witness to new age heresy that ensues... 

Toss the forlorn overboard... 
free-fall fated in slow motions, 
With insinuations formed from stagnant air, [bad word] past my ears as I fall for honest notions, 
That angelic providence is unfair 
The earth moves quickly towards me 
Magnified by this dis-ease. 

Daylight hours turn to closed flowers 
And I witness the darkest dissensions 
Atmospheres [bad word] unique and I feel them, 
Changing throughout my descent 

life of luxury wants and will, 
Servitude now turned to torment 

As time beholds it's defeat, the tearing of it's design 
Dramatic aftermath on the precipice 
Fresh body and earth collide 
The downfall of immortal beings, fighting to refrain 
The bodice now limp as it bounces, 
And returns to the earth once again 
Motionless now as time returns 
body is battered and torn 
Heavenly flesh ripped into the soil 
This bird that preys no more 
Heavenly flesh ripped into the soil 
body lies battered and torn 
Motionless now as time returns 
The bodice now limp as it bounces 
And returns to the earth once again... 

But what of humanity? 
As stars are tainted reds 
rain shall fall down upon them 
Till every last one is dead 
The anguish of fallen angels, 
Re-interpreted as rotting flesh 
The hope that once lived within us