Your Bloody Wings - Sharks

I’m standing before a sea of blank faces

Tied up to the burning sign of the times

There is no room for you

To spread your bloody wings

And be everything

As you want to be

I’m slipping under a secret society

We all know how it looks

And we all resent what it means

The discourage to compete is real and alleviating

When will your tired heart stop hating

I shudder in your hunger for hollow praise

There’s just no room for you

To spread your bloody wings

And be everything

As you want to be

To be as you wish to seem