Prelude / Pinion

Take these cursed things
Bind me with them tightly
Let me writhe under the weight
Let me scream into the night

Pinion me
Tell me I've done so wrong
Tell me I tried too hard
Tell me I didn’t do enough

Chastise me
Are you the scalpel or the cudgel
Which Janus face of yours
Do I look upon

Take these wings and pin them back
Tell me Icarus, my son, don't you go
Towards that beautiful sun
Don't you try to feel its warmth

Pinion me
Tell me I’ve no room to grow
Tell me I'm useless to everyone
Tell me there's no future

Curse you
Two faces form the fractured whole
The lies you've spun, the dreams you stole
I've had too much

It's time to go