Virtual Bird
I’m not sure what I should call this one
Passage of fate
And miracles lay
Got to get ready
To face my design

Dubious pavement
Glues and it dries
The potholes of heads
Sing to themselves

Their hands hold wrinkles too tight
Knuckled and drunk and ready to fight
When the night comes by let out the rhyme
Forces itself to sleep and it says goodbye

Their hands hold wrinkles too tight
Knuckled and drunk and ready to fight
When the night comes by, let out the rhyme
Forces itself to sleep and it says goodbye

Wholesome deaths, sing me away
To another dream if you call it that

Wholesome deaths, sing me away
To another dream if you call it that