(no subject)
"What's she thinking? does she really believe
That she's above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodys she plays
The music she makes, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, its time to awake
Antaganizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friend's end will justity the means.
She's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?"
Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck you. You know who you are. She looks like I need a drink....
That she's above the creatures that work the dirt and the streets
See her up in the tree, looking down at you and me
Like she's chosen over those who walk around on two feet
The bird, the melodys she plays
The music she makes, rubbing our faces in the feces of the daybreak
Trying to remind us, its time to awake
Antaganizing and instigating my hate
The chirps, I turn them into screams
My feathered friend's end will justity the means.
She's just food for the fleas
She thinks she's better then me just because she's free?"
Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck you. You know who you are. She looks like I need a drink....