Pilori - Birds In Row

I’m devastated but the last example you should use to feed it

And this war of words only keeps a good place in my worst headaches

Please forget me

Relieved and happy

You can dig a deep grave and drag me along my pride

And I’d better grit my teeth

I’m wrong, I know

One more lesson learned

Bastard, fucking bastard

Bastard, fucking bastard

And in the back of my head

I’m killing all the judges like you

For the glory of assuming my crime

I’m burning the ignorance of you

My silence equals my rancor but I’m fine

And for one time in your life

You owe me an explanation

Why are you putting me down

When you had tons of better solutions?

A rope, a razor, a gun, a cancer, the poison, the fire, the fall

One more conversation, one more wound, one more war

A war for every mistake made

And for the comfort of all you’ll be the genius

A war for every mistake made

And for the comfort of all you’ll be the genius