“I have wings, they enable me to fly. As long as I have them, I can touch the sky. All I have to do is be high. I can put the stars in my pocket And start a war at the same time. This can all happen in my world, As long as I can fly. I'm bullet-proof. The world's most hated enemy can Do things only birds and astronauts Wish they could do. And all it takes is one tiny shot injected Into my veins. I enter a world of pure ecstasy, while Others are stuck in mass pandemonium. Over here I'm grabbing the stars, Out there-well I'm slowly dying. Over here, I'm slowly rising. Until . . . I'm one with the biggest star.”
