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Flight without feathers

There's a rose that blooms through the cracks in the concrete
Staining the prison floor
There's a pilgrimage waiting sat at the doorstep
Rotting beneath the sun
When there's nowhere left to hide, we'll be searching for a shortcut
Ire and denial are as thick as thieves
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
Tell me how to coexist when a fraction only wants war
Hopelessly in love with our gritted teeth
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, I forgot to breathe, and look who's on the throne now

A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit

It won't sustain the spirit

So we fall to our knees and beg for reprieve, but
It's almost time for the curtain call
The apostles will sing and lead us from sin, but
They hold all of our bones in their hands
We all swim against the tide until it puts us on the back foot
Nothing's ever tasted half as good as grief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe
'Cause I'm staring at a fist, and it's asking if I want more
Clarity will visit, but it's only brief
Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me
Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe

A dead heretic with no storm left to weather
Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit
A new counterfeit like flight without feathers
Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit

It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit
It won't sustain the spirit