There isn't any light left for us anymore...

You'd probably imagine heaven,

Even if I asked you not to picture that sky..

Did I just distort your vision,

When you watched the angels cry?

They screamed and they cried,

As they begged for their lives..

When God gave them none,

And gave them no wives..

They tore off their wings,

And fell all the way down..

But all that they found,

Was hell above ground..

Could I mix all your thoughts,

Before you try and join all the dots?

Each time we pray for more rain,

The Angels weep over pain..

Greed and discomfort,

Is all that's left of us..

As I watch hell from above,

I choose not to run..

If I’m running too fast,

I might trip and fall..

And seep right through my bed of clouds..

I'm forever trapped between heaven and hell,

But I choose to run anyways..

I run so fast, and out of this cage..

Clean up my dream, burn all of my rage..

As I’m just another step away from my final step,

I take out my eyes, so I can never see what's coming next..

But I see clear light, for the very first time,

As I feel the fresh air, blowing right through my eyes..

Two worlds left to battle, and I'm on no side..

The forthcomings are unfortunate,

Even for an angel as I.