Из альбома: If the Flames Don't Kill Us... We Will
discard these weighted wings and rise
as high as these heavy skies
rise from a sitation that sickens me
i inflict the kindest cut of all
weave the weakest cloth into steel
as i embrace invention
from this manufactured mess
will appear a more desirable design
so far from what i was
so close to what i could be
abandoning past reflections
i will not miss me
no longer ruled by imperfections
i will not miss me
and now i am invincible
so fucking invincible
just try and fucking stop me
a frame once rendered frail
now suddenly superhuman
incapable of doubt
a structure free from flaws
an immovable mass
of sentinel contruction
so far from what i was
so close to what i could be
nothing matters anymore
untouchable unstoppable
everyone is beneath me