Out-Circuit The Ending Testo

Feels like all our days were stolen . Waiting for the bombs to start falling . Born without wings . Drawn to fight . Drawn to win . Drawn to be erased . Chainless . Undying . At least I'm not innocent . In the dust of the least design I will take to the sky . Passion replaced by strategy . Your stained glass heart yearns for it . An open door somewhere waits for me . Your arms are strong but they do not find me