Fallen

Black wings on my back

Shifting in the breeze

All the world is still, and there's no movement in the trees

The ground is soaked with blood

Oh god, what have you done

You just went out to have a little fun

The choice was yours you just had to make it

Nowhere to run you just had to chase it

And I was there to watch you make the wrong one

Now I'm here with you

There's nothing I can do