Interpret:

Twenty One Pilots

Album:

Twenty One Pilots

Now is the climax to the story
 That gives the demons and angels purpose
 They fly around while we are walking
 And mold our emotions just to please them
 I am cold, can you hear
 I will fly, with no hope, no fear
 And the ground, taunts my wings
 Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing
 All we are is an isle of flightless birds
 We find our worth in giving birth and stuff
 We're lining our homes against winding roads
 And we think the going is tough
 We pick songs to sing, remind us of things that no body cares about
 And honestly we're probably more suicidal than ever now
 If you decide to live by, what you think's wrong and what's right
 Believe me you'll begin to wish you were sleeping
 Your weeping will creep in head and you'll cry
 But if we wake up every morning and decide what we believe
 We can take a part our very heart and the light will set you free
 I am cold, can you hear
 I will fly, with no hope, no fear
 And the ground, taunts my wings
 Plummet as I sing, plummet as I sing
 How frustrating, and so degrading
 His time, we're wasting
 And time will fly by and the sky will cry as light is fading
 And he is waiting, oh so patiently
 While we repeat the same routine as we will please comfortability
 Please think about why you can't sleep in the evening
 And please don't be afraid of what your soul is really thinking
 Your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides
 And it's time you pick your battle, and I promise you this is mine