Bird Riff

I said I feel it my bones!
'Til all the birds come flying home!
Leaving the sky with gaping holes!
All tarred and feathered like our souls
This isn't what I wanted!
Hunter becomes the hunted!
All things left unconfronted!
A century is lost!



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer James Radcliffe
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