[To the wounded:]
I have seen the self image they've forced you to reduce to shattered gla**,
with the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges.
But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition.
No fear of d**h but with fear of life, your weakness k**s everyone.
So live. Angels for everyone. For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one.
Angels in everyone. What of all their promises? Can't seem to find much more than lies.
Angels in anyone. A permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Before I'd lay me down to rest, I'd throw away everything to live.