There's a world of grey people
The same shirts and pants
All shades of grey
Trauma from their lives
Culminating in a hardness
Some say this world is a machine
That individual parts perform
To make part of the whole
That once they become obsolete
They become useless and die
Maybe they find happiness
When they pair up but
These partnerships too
Are defined by hiding oneself and
Pretending to be happy
All dictated by
The prophets of the land
They sit in their high thrones in
Large mansions and
Tell us what to do and
In this world where birds live
They stay in cages all the long
In this world where
People live in cages
Pavo finds the voice to sing
