people like to shit on birds lashing out with hurting words but birds, they shit on people too dropping bombs out of the blue drifting slowly through the sky permanently in a high touching heaven, where's the sin light it up with gasolin far from danger, no real threat the rain of blood that makes you wet spread yourself, chicken flight bringer of unending night wings that fly, lets them soar leaving earth forevermore fields of children, drowned in tar one big shroom to end the war far from danger, no real threat the rain of blood that makes you wet spread yourself, chicken flight bringer of unending night far from danger, no real threat the rain of blood that makes you wet spread yourself, chicken flight bringer of unending night

the day I learnt about the bomb a ripple in the plastic sea a tower on a field of rooks that could distort reality my mother took me to the shrine to glance upon the sacred metal within the sheltered concrete cave a garden full of poison petals the dream snatchers have come for me they want to take my liberty the howling of a distant scream a spreading silence filled with tension slipping through the growing cracks a peace without renewed extension the dust that took my brother's lungs the smatter of the scorching rain I peeked out from my hiding spot the city, now a sea of flames the dream snatchers they will survive they left us here to burn alive we struggled to confront the weight of everything that's come to pass remembering the better days without this choking toxic gas the crops that perished on the fields the sun that ripped with burning claws this frightful power that we wielded left us blind to our own flaws dream snatchers what can we do when noone's left but just us two the dream snatchers are we the same to close our eyes and shift the blame