On Broken Wings Hell Or High Water
Run for dear life
The approaching storm is bringing the things that I have grown to fear in this world
I should have cut my eyes from my head and removed my tongue,
severed my hands at the wrists so I'd making it to Heaven
Comsunming lives, both yours and mine
Torn limb from limb
Now sacrifice
Flood Wash it away
Begin to drown
The masses are swallowed under,
and all above the surface of the water burns and is torn limb from limb
