Could you fear me for what I am
Or for what I was
And the things I can

As I twist
with in the sands
turn each page with mortal hands
Replacing eyes with sheets of glass

For the people
never seem to see,
every shade this worlds made of me
Eyes simply reflecting what’s meant to be

If perhaps we lost our wings
To something more then mortal sin
If what we lost can not be found
Is this why we cling to the sound

We bring the music round and round
Blocking out what brought us down
Could this be
Why we swear to never come back around