airplanes and wings

all my shooting stars are air planes
suspended up there in the sky
all my dream disintegrate in smoke
all  those stars flicker and die

tear your fucking wings apart.

[tear my fucking wings apart.]

cause angels don't exist.

[heaven's your quick fix.]

nicotine and bloody feathers
has me plastered to my ceiling
every inhale [exhale] poison breath
captures the nothing that i'm feeling

tear your fucking wings apart.

[tear my fucking wings apart.]

cause angels don't exist.

[heaven left, your train is missed.]


this void philosophy
dripped from lips,
sprang from coiled decay
to minds transfixed,

tear your fucking self to shreds.

[and i swear, i'll tear myself to shreds]

behind these angel masks we're dead.

[i'm sorry if you feel misled.]