Blackbird Raum
A Rat In My Dream(underthestarlinghostversion)
To delete the process running my lifeAll that's left is to sharpen the knifeCut the rope that binds our legsSeparate the kings from their own headsIt is time to spit at the airWash the dried blood from our hairStitch one another back togetherWhat care we for the wind and weatherDon't say your prayersDon't cast your voteGet the predators hands from around your throatSaw threw the tendonsThrow down the yokeTurn off the gas before we choke
From Letras Mania