the day I learn to fly, I’m never coming down
on perfect wings I’ll rise through the layers of the clouds

and from there I see the neon grids of cities
and six million people that keep their fires lit

I threw a party in my name
but the hours crawled by and no one came
so I bowed my head and I prayed for wings
to take me from this place… from you

I see myself inside you, you dream the dreams that I do,
you’re still searching for these answers, they’re not inside your wrist

and from there I see the neon grids of cities
and six million people that keep their fires lit

I threw a party in my name
but the hours crawled by and no one came
so I bowed my head and I prayed for wings
to take me from this place… from you

I close my eyes as the curtains draw,
I thought I heard your voice but I thought wrong,
’cause you’re not there anymore,
no you’re not there anymore

and so I lift my chin and the show goes on,
the sky is listening, the stars all sing along,
but you’re not there anymore,
and I just can’t care anymore

Simply because you can breathe,
doesn’t mean you’re alive,
or that you really live.
this life has taken it’s toll
and she just doesn’t know,
how much more she can give

But here, at the top of the world, where I raise my hands and I clench my fists,
they stand before me below, demanding the answers with flips of a switch

I don’t understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engrained in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn’t care less

A need for revolution’s rising, it comes to the surface, gasping for air,
we’re not putting up with this planet one more day much less one more year

I don’t understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engraved in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn’t care less

So here and now, in our rotting nation
the blood, it pours, it’s all on our hands now
we live, in fear, of our own potential
to win, to lose, it’s all on our hands now

And I have an American Dream,
but it involves black masks and gasoline,
one day I’ll turn these thoughts into screams,
at a world turned its back down on me

I don’t understand where you got this idea,
so deeply engraved in your head
(that this world) is something that you must impress,
cause I couldn’t care less