Every morning i listened to
The singing of the birds before they flew
But now they will not return due

To the spurious words of you

Drenched in factitious beauty and falseness is your sputum

Clenched in falacious duty and malicious like sore venom
Now cleansed i spurn your fair-faced sputter every day
Just like the birds who flew away


You are like an spruced evil sprite
Your words haunt me like a nightmare at night

I look at the spruce, at every sprig
But the birds no longer sit on many twig


I looked at the birds so eager and spry
Through the brushwood i watched them fly
But now they are gone and they did not say goodbye

Why? But why should they?
All you ever said back was drenched in a lie


Drenched in factitious beauty and falseness is your sputum
Clenched in falacious duty and malicious like sore venom
Now cleansed i spurn your fair-faced sputter every day

Just like the birds who flew away

Just like the birds who flew away...