Climb You're dehydrated Fly Your wings are jaded Cry You're enervated Die For what you believe in Try You've nearly made it Why?
You're the plague within my dreams Soaring through an atmosphere of an adequate lack of strength And we're responsible The truth is that it will end here Denial's an impairment of your fear Can we save us from ourselves? This is the saviour and its form
You can break through Wake me up Tell me it's gone False hope sells lies I won't buy We are still one Let's attempt escape Melancholia will feed We'll admit defeat The Vox Populi will cease The air is thickening We are drifting
What's done is done One more second chance would be enough Only on the brink can we see so clearly Wake me up
