The problem with sharing a body
Is how hard it is to tell who you are

"Maybe I am cursed, maybe I am gifted
something tore inside of me now everything has shifted
I've been feeling twisted
I've been feeling twisted
Call me paranoid, call it my addiction
But I could lose my head with just a little bit of friction
I've been feeling twisted
Oh I've been feeling twisted"

I'm not quite sure I understand
Like, am I cursed, will my hands
cause anguish, torture, death and pain
Or can I use this to my gain?
every day I fall apart
use the songs to build me up
with promises of future triumph
but is prophesy enough?
Can I tame the Monster inside
Or am I doomed to be its slave
Or one day will I testify
For His will was all this pain
I have to trust in what is coming
Keep fighting, running, screaming, gunning
perhaps what is seen as cursed and hopeless
can be used to bring his gain
ok, we can do this
Together now we've got this
Alii Semper Vincemus!
We will triumph, they can't stop us
We will not surrender now
everything is going right
someday things will get better
as long as we choose to fight
So maybe I'm Cursed
But maybe I am gifted too
and maybe I can use these powers
to bring glory to You
The shifts inside me bring both beauty and pain
I sense friction is coming
and friction I crave
Sure, I'm scared
But I no longer bow to fear
I know what I've been called to do
All this pain helps me prepare

"What a lovely thing this is... to triumph,"
I whisper as I sink to my knees on the cold hard ground, unable to cease the flood of anguished tears that flow from my face.

When lyrics are prophesies
And songs give a warning
You'd think that you could use them
To rewrite your story

Guess we aren't meant to see our futures, then
For when a prophesy is foretold
I only ever comprehend it
When the knowledge has grown old

So I am doomed to simply listen
And gasp when the words start to make sense
And pray if true danger ever comes
I learn how not to be so dense

Broken wings have I
Seeking sunset skies
They fear what happens when I fly
Longing after sunset skies

Keeping on
Keeping on
For what else am I meant to do?
Lying broken
Bloodied wings
But I keep on fighting on for you

Crying out with broken beak
Begging for reprieve
Pleading pleading, please don't leave
Without you, don't know what I'll do

They wish for me to stay down low
righteously afraid
afraid they are, of me, you see
So they cannot let me go

I know, I know
I know so well
that suffering is sure to follow
this pain this pain of every day
is insolent and hard to swallow

Hold me tight
tight as you can
but I will sure escape
beating newly strengthened wings
I leave you in my wake

you tried you failed
to keep me here
alive I am and will not fear
anything that comes my way

Surely you have learned by now
surely I have shown you
You cannot hold me down!
I laugh for joy and fly away

You told us we were faking
That all we wanted was attention

Then you told us we were crazy
That we were somehow something dangerous

Then you told us we were confused
That we just had too much imagination

Then you told us we were accepted
And denied ever saying otherwise

Now, you pretend none of it ever happened
Just like we knew you would