It's raining birds

Seagulls, nightingales

They don't sing, they stink

Feathers glow in the dark



Black clouds thicken

Your shutters won't help

No one to answer your prayers

Lord of Flies sends his regards



What doesn't kill you makes you strive for death

What doesn't wound you makes you cut your wrists



Fear not the sickness that harms your body

This one will leave you in perfect shape

This is the virus that kills illusions

Fatal disease that opens the open cage



Be careful what you wish for

Pitiful knowledge junkies

Be careful what you pray for

Your sheep chasing the slaughter

You would have never thrown the dice

If you had learnt the rules before

But once you've started the game

Don't leave the table

Don't go home



Because



There is no home

The war is on