Starscream's Symphony

Want is artless 
Loss has handed me the sky 

You choked on all your manufactured lies 
My dream unchained 
You realize 
Our love is war 
But it can conquer death itself 

She whispers repent 
And I become the grave 

Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own 
Rabid tendencies have left the sparrows on thier own 

I bless the open wound 
And her voice lights up my sky 
Faced with fear what will you pray 
When it's your turn to die? 

She called it Starscream's Symphony