What makes you think that what you will
is always right? Constantly controlling
all in sight. There's a side that you don't see.
Not taking no for an answer, read between the
lines. For your fallen angel, take this message
home and fly. Shackled down but to me it
don't matter. Spread your wings and fly.
Shackled down cause it really don't matter.
Where do you get off thinking you're high
and mighty and superior? You walk all over
all that I hold dear and it's a shame how long
I' ve endured it. Here at the end now that I
could never trust again. It doesn't seem right
with you and everywhere I' ve ever been. Who
would' ve thought your walls are falling of
all things? That outfit you were born in
doesn't hide your wings, but go on and fly. Fly
away from me.