broken wings

now you're lying there broken,beaten from the night before
this life offers no token, shattered on the floor
rivers flowing red
cut by the raors sharpest edge
this is your broken character
the one brought from heaven
the spirits touch him dead
can't get this image from your head
and you swallow these capsules followin your wills
your soul digest these pills
torn to pieces
you burry yourself, bound by these leashes
you see your picture in the mirror
the image is your dead
you couldn't find a better way
no there couldn't be a better way
pull the pen from this grenade
explode let's hear you serenade