Lyrics: When I was whole,
I was so unstoppable.
With you, I soared into the blue
Like the lion of the sky.

When we were one,
We were both undeniable.
Two flames that mingle in the night
To become a single light.

Before I knew your spirit,
You always seemed so beautiful.
The twinkle in your eye became
The spark that lit my pyre.

What have you done?
What have you done?
I thought you said you were the one.
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?

A better dream broken by a million lashes.
Addled by a thousand cuts and crashes.
I am nothing more than a mound of ashes.
But I will be reborn.

What have you done?
What have you done?
You swore you’d always be the one.
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done to me?

Upon my second coming,
I found myself so all alone.
Just me against the austere world
And the dangers of the sky.

That’s when I found you.
A tower of strength unflappable.
A hardness coined from molten pain
But you didn’t come to save me.

What have you done?
Are you insane?
Reached out for love. You brought the pain.
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done?

Another life razed by a million lashes.
Spoiled by a thousand cuts and crashes.
I have been reduced to a mound of ashes,
But I will be reborn.

What have you done?
What have you done?
I couldn’t make you be the one.
What have you done?
What have you done?
What have you done to you?

With my third remaking
I was so hateful and afraid.
I ruled the sky with bloody claws.
I laid everything to waste.

But then you saw me 
Wanted to take away the fret.
My broken heart could meld no trust,
And I saw you as a threat.

What have I done?
What have I done?
I didn’t know you were the one.
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?

I will make a nest composed of down and thatches
Perch and stand guard above your mound of ashes.
I ripped you apart with a thousand slashes,
But you will be reborn.

What have I done?
What have I done?
I don’t deserve to be the one.
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done to you?

What have we done?
Are we insane?
We asked for love.  We offered pain.
What have we done?
What have we done?
What have we done?

We spend our lives painting using our own blood.
All the while cooking in our own flames.
We build ourselves anew from the pile of ash
And then we’re born again.

What have I done?
Am I insane?
Created pain by avoiding pain.
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done to me?


Flight of the Firebird

Matt Cantrell