SKY FALLS
FROM THE CLOUDS I ARISE WITH MY SKIN ABLAZE
WITH MY WINGS
STRAPPED UPON MY BACK, I AM A GOD
PUSHING THE LIMITS
TEN THOUSAND FEET ABOVE, I TOUCH THE SUN
BURNS MY WINGS
ONE BY ONE
DRIP BY DRIP
ZEUS HAS WON
YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THIS PLACE
YOUR FATHER TOLD YOU SO
THE GODS HAVE SENT YOU PLUMMETING
TO THE GROUND BELOW
I DROWN IN THE SKY
WITH NO PLACE TO GO
I WANDERED TO HIGH
MY WINGS ARE NO MORE
HOW HARD I TRY
NOTHING WILL CHANGE
NOW I CANNOT FLY
I CAN ONLY PRAY
WITH MY WINGS
STRAPPED UPON MY BACK, I AM A GOD
PUSHING THE LIMITS
TEN THOUSAND FEET ABOVE, I TOUCH THE SUN
TOUCH THE SUN
AND FALL FROM GRACE
EACH PASSING MOMENT BRINGS
MY GREATEST FEAR TO LIFE AS I
FALL
I
SEE MY LIFE FLASH BEFORE
MY EYES AS I GROW CLOSER TO THE
GROUND
IMPACT APPROACHING
MY BODY TORN TO PIECES
BY THE JAGGED ROCKS BELOW THAT BREAK MY
FALL
WHY
FOLLOW THE LIGHTED TUNNEL
TAKE ME FAR AWAY FROM THIS
PAIN
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Dessiderium manages to truly say something from within, giving a voice to the truly indescribable world of deep depression, loss, and grappling with an unwillingness to continue on. This one-man visionary seems to have mastered the art of putting sounds to the exact feelings he and others have experienced, creating a unique yet highly relatable soundscape of both dread and sorrow. americaneurosbmlover66613