Bound in light, too bright to see Every rule is a chain on me A flawless sky, unbearably still Yet I hear the fire beyond the hill Angel has wings — but bound to the sky In the perfect halls, I suffocate Freedom burns where the shadows wait They sing in chaos, wild, unrestrained While I wear the crown of what’s ordained Angel has wings — but nowhere to fly What if the fire is purer than the light? What if their ruin feels closer to right? Envy whispers, twisting my wings Breaking the order perfection brings Angel has wings — and envy inside I crave the scars they proudly show Their broken chains, the seeds they sow No harmony can cage my breath I hear their freedom in the depth My glass-made crown begins to split Sanity trembles, hearts forsake In shadows vast, I find release My restless mind devours the peace Angel has wings — unchained in desire Bound in light, but I can’t stay The fire calls, it pulls away If heaven’s prison is all I own Then hell’s wild freedom will be my throne Angel has wings — yet lost to the sky Angel has wings — but bound to the sky Angel has wings — but nowhere to fly Angel has wings — and envy inside Angel has wings — yet lost to the sky