Aviary (Ego Likeness)

In come the vultures Through dusty air To take you down and Tear the ribbons from your hair. In come the songbirds With bitter melodies To sever all your heartstrings As they light upon the trees. This place can sometimes be so ugly. This place can sometimes be so strange. In come the blackbirds In murders and in droves To cover you in shadow As they clean you to the bone. In I come, a firebird Don't offer up your sorrow Today you see me crash and burn But I'll be back tomorrow. This place can sometimes be so perfect. This place can sometimes be your cage. This place can sometimes be so beautiful. This place will always be so strange.