[Verse 1]
Hooded hawks in the night, perched on city stoops
Still as silence in the dark, killers of the avenue
The tempest bird with his shrill is blinded by his broken will
The quiet scream of death ignites the oil sky

[Verse 2]
Creation sounds the people switch their menaced faces
Like pigeons in feeding circles that are the same in all places
With cynical eye, I, hooded hawk swoop a deadly descеnt into garbage and soot
And the quiet scrеam of death ignites the oil sky

[Chorus]
I am lost and forgotten, falling from the sky
Like a hooded hawk in the night waiting to die
I am lost and forgotten, falling from the sky
Like a hooded hawk in the night