tortured by sorrow for reasons i can t follow can i give wind to your wings while you pretend to feel what s real you want what s mine i ve known it all along thoughts become perverse there s code behind her words flawed is the man who thinks himself a god mistrusted are the words of her creator they re nothing but contempt strange it is to love the one that s dreaming of your death what is it i look for in this elusive test rigged it is this game i played and that s my one regret can i give wind to your wings while you pretend to feel what s real you know there s something more i have everything that you want caged from the world where silence is the sound born with the thirst to strike my creator down weakness in your heart each feeling consuming you can you claim everything i thought impossible to lose nothing but scorn in her breath can i give wind to your wings while you pretend to feel what s real you know there s something more i have everything that you want