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Gun in hand with a look like I'm annoyed
I didn't want 'em dead, I just wanted 'em destroyed
War is an art and hard to avoid
An inevitable, inedible pill once troops deployed
But I rejoiced at the noise of the riots
Caustic caped-crusaders angered at such violence
Assumed. Diving in defiance of two tyrants
Coming at him and I like kamikaze pilots
Taking refuge in our hands,
We'd refuse their demands
And fight fire 'til the flames got higher in the stands
With no real chance of surrender
I could sleep on a bed of feathers and sleep better
But flashbacks make me remember..

The birds with their..

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Charcoal-colored marble eyes
Wait to watch 'em caramelize
-to trick me.
Then stick me with sharpened knives
Witness one turn to fifty as they flock like sheep
The wide-eyed wise ones watch me sleep
And they all ask the same question:
"Who? Who?" - No matter who I mention
There's tension in the trees. You can sense it
Satan's henchmen come to send me a message:
"Look to the sky." - The "V" is for "Vengeance"
I've smelt the Epsom, it's just not accepted
I've tried to hide and go by undetected
But I seem to be sought where ever they've nested
Homeless and heartless; they sharpen their weapons
They'll haunt me and taunt me 'til they've taught me a lesson
Beads of sweat compliment the anxious
With stiffness of breathing and heart palpitations

[Bridge x2]
"Thump, thump. Thump, thump" in the floor.
"Thump, thump. Thump, thump," nevermore.
"Thump, thump. Thump, thump" in the floor.
"Thump, thump," sounds of a settled score.

[Hook] x2
A man-made man of the law
Made with sticks and bits of straw
Crucified in the eyes of a suicide
But shivers with the wind
whenever there's a "caw!"

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Paradigms perched on the power lines; pryin'
Deadly diseases disguised as sirens
Threading diamonds
through the eyelet of their needle beaks
Seamless seamstress
trying to keep it's secret evil streak
14-karat seraphs on a long list of seagull speak
to forever burn
Using worms to floss their regal teeth
So why do I look to the sky so empty?
With a squirt gun - hoping to hurt one
Watching through shades of envy
This hawk mocks me
As he slices through the ripened sky
I'm only free by proxy
No confidence.
So it's no compliment to be called a kamikaze
When I can't dive towards the concrete
and get off scot-free
It's not that my wings never grew
It's that their wax melted
way before I ever flew