Emerging from the forest of rusted steel
Not turning back
Until you have it in your hands
A warning to those not invited
The name of rebellion
It cannot be denied
With no interest in how others live
Even their own life
Someone idependant
You wouldn't even be aware of your own death
That sort of future
Wouldn't you want to see it?
The colorless world
The blood that flowed
In its frightful vividness
The sky that you so desired
These eyes will see for themselves
Fly high
Right now
To where?
The sky is painted over with ash
Hiding the poison
A weak, small freedom
Was suddenly cut off
A shapeless cage
Have you forgotten how to fly?
A world waiting to be ruined
Burning this body together
Fly high
Right now
To where?
The sky is painted over with ash
Hiding the poison
A weak, small freedom
Was suddenly cut off
Fly high
Right now
Someday
A resounding voice will free a love
Until the very last day
Truly living
A wish that is granted
In your hands
