Mixed in the cold, stripped in the wind
Vain spirits fold, annoying sting
Panic falling through my vessels
Cold realization of this heavy dread
Cold retaliation for peace offerings
My nice and cute demons
This is so obvious that you will prevail
And if you won’t let go of me
I will take you all with me
My vertigo over the clouds, auto-phobia crossing deserts
Letting boredom get bored
I am the bird in the pretty cage
And every day, food is brought
and I believe the cage saves me
For without it, I’d starve to death
Crying out my burden,
Drama for a bedridden
Sometimes threads of hope come out of thin air
Somehow riding the pool of crushing sadness
Somewhat turning the tide of the war that is mine
That no black tongue can soil
That no black tongue can bear