Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rock

To get my love you should trim your wings and sell your freedom to my homeless devils.

You're becoming a featherless bird.
I'm tearing slowly all feathers out
You're my ruin, but i miss your beauty
I wish i could see brightness, but i see the ugly prints of my claws in your wounds, 
like little shadows that rock back and forth. 
Or memories, mouths of carnivorous plants that devour the flies of innocence. 

I wish i'd dream of a fair love in my sleep
instead of healing i blow bullets through your beating wings
enjoying your fall like a showplace 
the growl in the clouds, abusing the day shall do the rest, 
the storm and the lightning will tear you apart. 

I miss the comfort of your full feather-dress 
but i burnt it to ash, i'm deserving the cold. 
I was too hypnotized by the beauty of snow. 
Looking so pale as the bony hands of deceased loved ones, 
can't even the dead hold me tight? 

I wish i'd dream of a fair love in my sleep 
instead of healing i blow bullets through your beating wings 
enjoying your fall like a showplace 
the growl in the clouds, abusing the day shall do the rest, 
the storm and the lightning will tear you apart. 

You should've stayed in your cage, birdie 
where there's lovely abuse but no rain to drown.
How will you flee without feathers? 
You only got a few left.