Lyric

Wings... once forged from light

Now drenched in silence

I tried to fly

But I chose to fall

Born beneath a cursed sky

I carved my fate with shattered feathers

The world whispered promises

Then sealed my scream in crystal lies

I watched my dreams dissolve

Like ash in a storm of logic

My name was erased—

But the echo still claws at my spine

I am not whole

I am not broken

I am the hollow flutter

Of wings that never touched the sun

These void wings—

They never soared

But they still remember

The hunger of flight

I bleed in silence

I burn in absence

And even if I have no heaven

I'll carve a sky with my scars

Chains of reason hold my soul

Painted in the calm of conformity

But rage sleeps beneath my ribs

A dying god who won’t shut up

You call it delusion

But to me it’s scripture—

Inked in betrayal

Sung by the dead

You buried my fire

Beneath a mask of “realism,”

But shadows still tremble

When I open my eyes

These void wings—

They ache for winds

That no longer exist

In skies that never forgave me

But if fate is a cage

Then I am the scream

Echoing through its rusted bars

So let the stars fall

Let the gods forget me

I’ll rise

Not as a hero

But as the myth

They were too afraid to believe

Void wings

I summon you from exile

Even if you break

Even if you drag me down

I’ll fly with you one last time

Not to reach the light—

But to become

The darkness

They couldn’t kill