Raz
Bluelighter
Pigeons Come Home To Roost
The vultures have landed to pick at our dirty smiles.
For miles and miles we ran from the truth, the awful truth that found birth in our guts.
Our life is full of these moments, where the birds tear away at the veil piece by piece.
Peace by peace.
They fly away to darker skies, taking small portions of us with them.
These are the end days my friends, hold onto your dreams tight.
Bonnie and Clyde '03
You were the dream that ended before it really began.
I was the hole in your heart that you never knew was there.
I cry
You cry
We cry, together...
Birds Revisited
The vultures have landed to pick at our dirty smiles.
They were scared of us to begin with. We were bigger than they, and we had centuries more experience in the destruction of everything else around us.
But it didn't take them long to learn.
Bravado. Fear. These are our engines. We have an inherent knowledge that we are smaller than all those we crush, and we parasite ourselves to the universe for sustenance.
If death is beauty, let beauty be our food. It will fill us and sate us and no bird need go hungry again.
The vultures have landed to pick at our dirty smiles.
For miles and miles we ran from the truth, the awful truth that found birth in our guts.
Our life is full of these moments, where the birds tear away at the veil piece by piece.
Peace by peace.
They fly away to darker skies, taking small portions of us with them.
These are the end days my friends, hold onto your dreams tight.
Bonnie and Clyde '03
You were the dream that ended before it really began.
I was the hole in your heart that you never knew was there.
I cry
You cry
We cry, together...
Birds Revisited
The vultures have landed to pick at our dirty smiles.
They were scared of us to begin with. We were bigger than they, and we had centuries more experience in the destruction of everything else around us.
But it didn't take them long to learn.
Bravado. Fear. These are our engines. We have an inherent knowledge that we are smaller than all those we crush, and we parasite ourselves to the universe for sustenance.
If death is beauty, let beauty be our food. It will fill us and sate us and no bird need go hungry again.
