Tekster: Poison The Well. Sparks It Will Rain.

Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head
I want this winged metal to go down, to go down
Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing
That eventually its weight will bring it down, will bring it down

A small hint of me wants to save the young on board
But I know what will happen
The jaded will come tease them with years of no worries
Only to break it at the neck, at the neck without warning

Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head
I want this winged metal to go down, to go down
Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing
That eventually its weight will bring it down, will bring it down

Butterflies nest in my body
As I wait for it to happen I know how my, my story will end
I've just never had the ground rush at me that fast, I've never
I may regret my decision

I've had the same dream over and over
To be forever immortalized body and facial
Like those who lived in Pompeii

Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head
I want this winged metal to go down, to go down
Unfortunately for the ones I'm with I won't stop wishing, hoping, believing
That eventually its weight will bring it, will bring it, will bring it down