Pity for Plumage

It all started with fences, with separating lines
Soon envy corrupted our unsuspicious minds
In spite of the sugar sprinkled atop the deal
Rot thrives in the centre of our prayer wheel
This age of disguises, of bleaching out every scar
It makes us require fiction to see ourselves as we are
From Victorian horror to Scandinavian noir
Psychological crowbars breaking open our boudoirs

And layers of fakeness cover you
And layers of fakeness will make you
Drop beneath the strain
Never to be heard of again

We still pity the plumage, what of the dying bird?
A quick stab with a penknife maybe, it's more than we deserve
It all started with fences, with separating lines
And soon envy corrupted our unsuspicious minds

And layers of fakeness cover you
And layers of fakeness will make you
Drop beneath the strain
Never to be heard of again

Coming out of the tunnel
Thrown into sharp relief
Strange sobering visions
Demons with gritted teeth

A layer of fakeness covers you
A layer of fakeness made you
Drop beneath the strain
Never to be heard of again



Credits
Writer(s): Jonas Mjøen
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