The more I try to fly

The more they fall and die

The more I climb

The more I lift

The time comes to chime

The bodies go to drift

To drift in their sorrows

To drown in their blood

To sunder to my sweat

To clamber in streets

To whence they met

Yet I can always try harder

Yet I can always get better

Yet there are always more souls

Yet rotting in the gutter

Why help the damned

Why go so far

Why so unconditional

For this is not right

For this is not the way

I have lost myself to the dark of day