on a perch he climbs every morning
he plans to shoot us all before the end
with his bullets of morality
all of this to hide his own misdoings
never could he see the true desires of my heart
listening to the blood flow, in vain
watching everyone he knew try to fly away
only to lose control
and never regain
so he spreads his wings
to leave this all behind
a flight
crashing down
