We live in a vessel of dreams
Where thickets of our desires slithers
Underneath broken wings
As our heart's melody play and flutters

Stagnant as water as solid as fire
How could I fly in such a cold-grown fry
Beneath the bridge under the slims
Of cold and death of broken limbs

Living off the edge of the cliff
As my heart race and wonders
Cold as my body I am in lee
Why do we have to live daily in fear?