Hold my hands above my head.
Wrap my wings as they starts to spread.
Keep me concealed as I tried to expand.
An illusion so grand.

The walls crumble as they descend.
The floor becoming the roof,
As the roof become the ground.
Tearing apart skin and bones.
Or Maybe awaking the conscience they never had.

Different sets of rules are going to apply.
With my wings wrapped I'm going to fly.
You and me are going to be reborn,
Even before we die.
Going ashore as they watch on stand by.