Blades.

Eight days of the week
I'm dead on my feet.

I can't beleive my eyes,
The world is turning on me again
But than again what can I expect
I've built up my expectation
Haven't been felled by tempation

I will never be free,
I will never be free,
Let me go

Like a zombie I return
Reborn underneath crimson skies
I awaken to my ability to fly
Seconds hang with me in the air
And everything is silent

The wind passes across my skin
Everything and nothing matters
Maybe this is life
Maybe this is death
What do I know anyway?

Let my reanimated body fly again
Let my soul pour out of my skin
No obstacles will stop me
My body will not limit me anymore

Let me soar in blissful antigravity
Sharp as they might be
My tools keep me sane
They numb the pain

My body is impossible
My mind is corrupt
But I am free

(TBC)