I had this melody ringing in my head for the past two or so hours, so, naturally, I had to take advantage and do something with it. This is what I could come up with.
We are the heart that shatters the cage,
The raven that spits in the eye of the sage;
We are the blade that severs the soul;
Misguided we are, alone and unwhole;
We are the leaf beseeching the root,
Cracking and cackling in grief underfoot;
We are the tear caressing the tomb;
We are the dead escaping the womb;
We are the thorn adorning the rose
Adored by a long and violent repose;
We are the dream of a devilish jest;
We are alive and we never rest.