"i can fly"
she cried with joy
as her wings soared through the sky

but this was a dream
she looked amongst the trees
in awe of the birds who danced through the suns beam

"i can fly"
she cried with joy
as her wings soared through the sky

but this wasn't a dream
she looked down to the trees
making her way to the suns beam

not a spec of candour lives on my skin
forced to abandon the truth
so this serpent can protect me from sin

you can call me a blue jay
nature's most gifted liars
but if there cannon nets catch me
shot in the head by men in army attire

life is a game of Russian roulette
i spin the cylinder
and await what's next

My chances are ungenerous
but I already knew
that's the tragedy
of a 1938 Jew

It’s not the world making you angry’
No it’s you..
Allowing the world to make you angry.

The sun demands to be seen
When it dies