Invincibility seen in transparent angel wings
That I only saw through green smoke Friday night.
We're going on nineteen and we aren't scared of anything;
Because we think everything is just to "scare" us.
Just a red light screaming through a golden window,
Just a ghost behind a closet, a man dressed in a sheet.
When will we finally be afraid?
What do we consider real failure, real fear?
We are invincible with angel wings we don't even see.
Maybe we can't see them because they aren't real.