Lyric

Whispers rise from the static void

These wings were never meant to fly

My soul is stitched with shadows and regret

A hollow shell the stars forget

I wear the sky like a broken crown

And fall in silence without a sound

I never asked to rise this high

On wings that never learned to fly

Wings of hollow, torn by fate

Carrying sorrow that won’t abate

I soar through storms I can’t control

A cursed ascent for a shattered soul

They called it power, I called it pain

A gift of void that leaves a stain

I feel the weight of dreams I stole

Each feather burned into my soul

If I could fall, I’d choose the fire

Rather than feed this dark desire

But every scar, every scream

Becomes the wind beneath this dream

—Take these wings!

Let them break!

Let the void consume what I forsake!

Wings of hollow, forged in lies

Still I blaze across cursed skies

I’m not alive, I’m not the same

Just an echo bound in flame

Fly me into the endless night

Where broken things still burn with light