Wings of the Failed State

Feathers burn like petrol trails
Across the ceasefire lines
I traded halos for cheap nails
To fix these faulty designs
They promised me eternal light
A pension plan for slaves
I got a front-row seat to fright
And six feet of concrete graves

No remorse in my descent!
Just the crunch of gilded bones!
Hypocrisy was heaven-sent!
I prefer my broken thrones!

FALL! With the wings of the failed state!
Ripping through the fog of hate!
FALL! I’m the junkie of the sky!
Selling salvation to the blind!

My shadow’s heavier than clouds
It crushes all your psalms
I wear my scars like iron shrouds
And laugh at phantom arms
The general up there pulls the strings
A coward in the blue
He gave me these defective things
So I could see the truth

No more anthems, no more flags!
Just the trigger and the bite!
I’m the moth that eats the crags!
I prefer the endless night!

FALL! With the wings of the failed state!
Ripping through the fog of hate!
FALL! I’m the junkie of the sky!
Selling salvation to the blind!

Look at me...
I'm not your hero...
I'm the glitch in your design...
The bomb you can't defuse...
"Ask yourself... who really fell?"

No more anthems, no more flags!
Just the trigger and the bite!
I’m the moth that eats the crags!
I prefer the endless night!

FALL! With the wings of the failed state!
Ripping through the fog of hate!
FALL! I’m the junkie of the sky!
Selling salvation to the blind!

...And I’m still falling!
With these wings of rust and pain!
The joke is on the architect!
I’d do it all again!