Wings on Fire - Dead Head

Burning need for isolation

When the presence becomes too strong

Embedded in green serenity

The gardens seem lost too long

I saw my heaven

I saw decay

I saw my hell

I saw dismay

I fear none

My mind divides in solitude

Never to meet the other world

Denied at the gates of beauty

The spirit of man been sold

Hyperrealistic

Utilized divine

Perceiving ceremonies

On levels yet unknown

Ripping out the evil

Substitute of emptiness

Reinventing the soul

On levels yet unknown

Breaking the window of destiny

Blinding the eyes of the world

Perpetrate profanic rites