I Feel Sick

I feel sick. I feel somewhere else.
My brain won't let me get out of this mess that it's in.
I feel alone, I feel like somebody else
Breathing air that is not rightfully my own.

You say "Wait, how could you do that
How could you break all that you build,
Tear apart all that you've healed,
How could you burn, up in flames,
Every bridge that you've crossed,
Every decision that you've made"

There was a time when I was young
When there was a bird that flew high
In the sky over where I stood,
And he was happy, and he sang the blues,
And I shot him down in the air
A spiral path to the ground where I stood.

There was a time when the world was younger
When there was a man that flew high
In the sky over where we stood,
And he was happy, and he spoke the truth,
And we hung him up in the air,
With bloody palms over the ground where we stood.

See we are not what you think.
Take to the skies with your hands and with your heads
And now listen, blot out the noise,
See we have blood on our hands,
We got death in our bones.
Do you see what we're made of
Do you see what lies ahead.
For there is life beneath the pain,
Where there's light there will always be shade.