Running from grace to grave Turning my head away from the sun The earth shakes, splits in two I'm standing in between Which side do I choose? Inside me, thrust to the ground My spirit awaits sudden death I can't distinguish real from fake I'm near the absolute, the final stage And though the fangs carve deep Not one single drop but confusion is raining Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are One perfect struggle between fear and courage The scale won't tip 'til one of us leaves Confusion from inclusion, giving the illusion that we are one Running from grace to grave Turning my head away from the sun Last step, I falter I spread my wings and I fly My journey has just begun I take off and I feel the pressure to make it alone in this world And when I fall astray I remind myself what you have said I gather my strength and I seek my way back But I don't see the fire Burning my wings I drop to the ground