Birds Aren't Real
As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screeches
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth
And hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
He daydreams by night, of mushroom clouds over decrepit towns
Brought on by societal maniacal collapse within
And overhead they swarm, those avian Bavarian eyes of war
To prey on the utmost insignificant of secrets
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth
And hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screechings
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth
And hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth
And hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
He daydreams by night, of mushroom clouds over decrepit towns
Brought on by societal maniacal collapse within
And overhead they swarm, those avian Bavarian eyes of war
To prey on the utmost insignificant of secrets
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth
And hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
As dawn breaks, he hears mechanical screechings
Of the so-called song of those wretched feathered creatures
And they buy it all with their suffocating smiles
It brings him down to be the only one who sees between the lines
Who can love this fool, this voiceless invisible carbuncle
He's found his faith yet lost his breadth
And hungers for a world to demonstrate that
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Birds aren't real
Credits
Writer(s): Jarod Allen Ganoe, Mark Antony Elphinstone, Neil Loudon Barry, Nick Rémy Joël Letellier, Tom David Walters Clark
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