Perch Songtext
von False Nectar

Half out of focus
You′ve talked the subject to death
Concern is useless
Against the things it protects

Would you speak out
Commensurate to your faith
Ignore it still
Or bend the world to your shape


Behind the gray lot
The flock encircled his perch
Atop a staircase
His crown has littered the earth

All is planned
Fangs for tomorrow
Man becomes a writhing
Crooked thing

Paper thin
If he could split the atom
Then we'd know
By now


Can you recall
The crying laugh that we sang
As you fell down
Your disposition betrayed