My Wings are Growing Back

I cut them off a long time ago
When I decided God was not for me
I tumbled to the earth below
To be all that I wanted to be
Originality is hard
When others just can't see
My happy life of darkness
Has descended into misery

This song's not about Satan
It's about the one that's writing it
Two spots upon my back
Have begun to itch
I feel a light from somewhere
I feel my heart's no longer black
Will I survive this pain
I think my wings are growing back

Now I'm torn and twisted
Should I cut them off again
Should I try to hide them
And continue my life of sin
Should I just embrace them
And change everything that I am
Ethereal Regeneration
Adapting so that I can win

This song's not about Satan
It's about the one that's writing it
Two spots upon my back
Have begun to itch
I feel a light from somewhere
I feel my heart's no longer black
Will I survive this pain
I think my wings are growing back