• Wings in the wind, feet in the flames,
    Finding a way to work through my pain,
    Ever knowing I'm going insane.
    Ever knowing I'm going insane.

    The sun a warning of the miles to go,
    My path is a mystery only I know,
    Me and the monsters that follow below.
    All of my monsters that follow below.

    Wandering, lost, losing my mind,
    Weighed down by memories I can't leave behind
    Knowing somewhere there's shelter to find.
    Hoping that there's a shelter to find.

    Nights by far are the worst of the lot,
    Waking from dreams filled with this rot,
    Slowly becoming something I'm not.
    Slowly becoming something I'm not.

    And so it continues, day after day
    What I'm becoming, I really can't say
    Always wandering, losing the way.
    Always wandering, farther away.