A pulse is so overrated,Lets cut the process short and 
patch The holes in our wings and escape.
Distorted feelings become perfect like Destruction never 
came.
Below you're either half pain or half Hate. All or no 
faith.
I grow so tired of beginning to decay.
So lets finally awake and fly away.
We'll lift ourselves, we'll be our own Cure. The light 
will be our lure out of Here. We will rise tonight and 
claim we Left no longer insane.
We won't fall from grace,
Not with perfection right in our face.
I'll leave a map in the sky so you won't Be lost, it's me 
you can find.
No longer lost, no longer crying my life Now kind.
The suffering has ended,
The nector preserved, unable to be Drained. Feels so good 
to be saved.
We'll lift ourselves, we'll be our own Cure. The light 
will be our lure out of Here. We will rise tonight and 
claim we Left no longer insane.