Six-Hundred Feet

I'm flying at six-hundred in the air
Now watching the cities without a care
I feel the stars on my skin tonight
Burning as they scar me with their holy light
I am the broken son of a forgotten moon in a second life
I am the bliss of the pain from the tales of a beaten wife
Here I soar in in the night crowds
Hear me scream from summer clouds
Six-hundred feet in the nights frosted skies
Six-hundred feet above the ants and their fruitless tries
I'm colored with fire
As I exhale remains of dreams and desire
Six-hundred feet I watch starved prisoners of love
Six-hundred feet I laugh and play cupid above
You watch my lights and see my scars
Feel the fan of my flight and burn of my stars
At six-hundred feet I'm everything even and odd
At six-hundred feet I'm your devil and god