Through Hell And High Water

Are we not but parasites (Sights) behold a warning Storm is on the rising Now the sky is turning Are we facing our end Oceans consume where we stand Destruction of our sovereignty Demised by our own hand Feel the ground it's shaking Tides ahead are rising Are we facing our end Oceans consume where we stand Destruction of our sovereignty Demised by our own hand Cast to shore by weakened hearts, that loosely take the reigns Fueled by lust and shallow greed, they find the depths of hate Profit from the martyred, as their pockets line with stains Centuries of tyrants, are we not the same Can't you let me fly Can't you let my fly The wings of the fallen are not broken The wings of the fallen are not broken Cast to shore by weakened hearts, that loosely take the reigns Fueled by lust and shallow greed, they find the depths of hate Profit from the martyred, as their pockets line with stains Steal from poor to build the rich, as cowards duck in shame Can't you let me fly Can't you let me fly The wings of the fallen are not broken The wings of the fallen are not broken Cast to shore by weakened hearts, that loosely take the reigns Fueled by lust and shallow greed, they find the depths of hate Profit from the martyred, as their pockets line with stains Laid to rest by stronger hearts, then maggots fill their brains Are we facing our end Oceans consume where we stand Destruction of our sovereignty Demised by our own hand