As I'm slowly dying
some new kind of soul
is now taking over my body
while it's slowly filling up my bowl
I'm sick of what it has been
living in a different version of society
one that I have never seen
One that to leave i have a big anxiety.
Tired of what i see
and what i feel
I can't just let it be
and yet i probably will.
I don't know what to do or where to go
i can't flee from the machines that they throw
Be a different type of bird, me, the crow.
A blue-eyed blonde angel passed by
She was holding her girlfriend's hand
I don't know why.
She looked, she stared and smiled,
As she pictured herself
by my side in the wild.
