Delusional storms of hail decay the sky
In this sleep, we shall fly
When awake, have but voiceless wings
We had the feathers, now the tears
Why would anyone provide the fear-oh dear!
Unlock beliefs which measure despair
Why cry? For the hornbull once flied

Disavowing wings in these cold cellophane nights
True dreaming now dead!
Forced keys to reality
A destined death, a future life

Purists in bliss, pure woolen glee
Fallen through clouds of peril
Light shunned through damp decree
Those demeaning souls standing high in the hills,
Fall down laughing, yet I cried

Leaving sins forevermore asleep
Breathes, though frowned upon
To love all hope, die anew

Those soulless dreamers, consume all life
True existence is dead!

Sunken hopes appease the herd
Sacrifice freedom and die twice our featherman friend
This was a drowning here!

Swallows life, only to serve the captain of the sin ship
Hold my regards! Come ashore, we sail no more.

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