Testo I Despair

In your hands I'm trying

In your hands I'm trying flight

I can't die

I'm flying in the cold breeze every night


Spare me all the strife

My desires never tire

But would it be much better if I died?



Petty highs get me by

But how much longer must I live with this disguise


Have you no direction?

I just sense pretentious signs

In your highs

I hear the same old stories every night