I learned to rise or sink on the old black tide,

Spending years just drifting, long before I even tried,

No lucky copper penny, only teardrops from the sky,

Hollow as the worn-out life that I tried to leave behind.

Every step a riddle that my past could never solve,

Ghosts circling at midnight, all my sins never absolved,

Till the night said pick a side boy, live or die,

And when you’re tired of falling and you’ve got no choice

Fall or fly.

Road signs turn to stories I was never meant to write,

Cheap motels and pawn-shop prophets, foretell my demise,

The bottle's fallen silent and the mirror found its’ voice,

“Son, rock bottom aint the ground, it’s another bad life choice.”

I shrugged that ragged coat off, like a snake sheds frozen skin,

The world don't taste too good no more and the truth was wearing thin,

Fear is just a feather, pick a side boy, live or die,

And when you’re tired of falling and you’ve got no choice

Fall or fly.

Battling the demons just to find the thoughts were mine,

Scars and tales from yesterday, wont chain me up this time,

Sunrise in the morning, not a cloud up in the sky,

I'm all done with falling, don't wanna die.

It's time to fly.