Climb (you're dehydrated)
Fly (your wings are jaded)
Cry (you're enervated)
Die (for what you believe in)
Try (you've nearly made it)
Why?
You're the plague within my dreams
Soaring through an atmosphere of an adequate lack of strength
And we're responsible
The truth is that will ends here
Denial's an impairment of your fear
Can we save us from ourselves?
Can we save this from ourselves?
You can break through, wake me up, tell me it's gone.
False hope sells lies, I won't buy we are still one.
Let's attempt escape, melancholia will feed,
We'll admit defeat, the vox popular will cease.
The air is thickening we are drifting.
You're the plague within dreams.
Soaring through an atmosphere of an adequate lack of strength,
And we're responsible (we're responsible).
The truth is that will ends here.
Denial's an impairment of your fear.
Can we save us from ourselves?
Can we save this from ourselves?
This is the savior and its form.
What's done is done.
One more second chance would be enough.
Only on the brink can we see so clearly.
Yeah!
Wake me up!
Wake me up!
Wake me up!
Wake me up!
