Dead Bird Songtext
von Mothman

Every day I contemplate a world I never made, nor desire, nor trust
About which no one consulted me
Steps adorned with this dead bird of a society
I didn′t ask for this
Every glimpse of hope soon reveals that the fix is in If these thoughts form an edge, I'm going to find it
A quick just end for this world, I′ll get behind it
Forced to exist
Full collapse already begun
Any world that I'm welcome to is better than the one I come from