A pulse is so overrated,nLets cut the process short and patch The holes in our wings and escape.nDistorted feelings become perfect like Destruction never came.nBelow you're either half pain or half Hate. All or no faith.nI grow so tired of beginning to decay.nSo lets finally awake and fly away.nnWe'll lift ourselves, we'll be our own Cure. The light will be our lure out of Here. We will rise tonight and claim we Left no longer insane.nnWe won't fall from grace,nNot with perfection right in our face.nI'll leave a map in the sky so you won't Be lost, it's me you can find.nNo longer lost, no longer crying my life Now kind.nThe suffering has ended,nThe nector preserved, unable to be Drained. Feels so good to be saved.nnWe'll lift ourselves, we'll be our own Cure. The light will be our lure out of Here. We will rise tonight and claim we Left no longer insane.