Arms—aching like an arrow
Wounded wing
Shot—sinking like a sparrow
Spiteful king
Drowning hopeless in the water
Diving in the clouds
Crumble to the ground for
We’re all upside down
Chased—eaten by the empire
Silk and sin
Blocked—broken by the church choir
They won’t sing
Barricaded in the graveyard
Shields of the holy dead
Who can stop the army
Spill the blood they shed
Black—darker than the evening
Colder than snow
White—brighter than the daylight
Flowers won’t grow
Someone should have mixed
The paint pot a wonderful grey
Just talk amongst yourselves
There’s so much to say
Who’s listening to idiots anyway
