People like to take their time to heal But some donât want to mend the way they feel Donât wanna be broken, donât wanna be new Just caught in the greyness, stuck in the view Itâs a strange kind of fuckery, a heavy cost To feel the phantom ache of everything they lost To carry someoneâs heartache in your own chest When youâre the one who needs the quiet and the rest And the wings are getting thinner with every single fight Losing all the feathers in the middle of the night Searching for the light⊠searching for the light Violent rage sent the bird into flight But her wings were torn and heavy in the night She went into a panic, flapping at the air While the pack gathered with a cold and steady stare They didn't see the trauma or the shadows in her head They only saw prey, they only wanted to be fed These wolves were satanic, a pack against the one Waiting for the moment that the struggle would be done And the wings are getting thinner with every single fight Losing all the feathers in the middle of the night Searching for the light⊠searching for the light She thought she found a home, trusted with her life One species for another, through the sacrifice and strife But she was just a game to them, a temporary thrill Until the day they decided they were moving in to kill Traumatised and broken, inside and out The bird escaped⊠she found the way out And the wings are getting thinner with every single fight Losing all the feathers in the middle of the night Searching for the light⊠searching for the light Rebuilding the nest, but with branches, not twigs No more small foundations, no more dancing jigs Keeping all the wolves at bay Keeping all the wolves⊠away Branches, not twigs⊠A long journey to survival⊠Rebuild the nest⊠Protect yourselfâŠ
