yellow bird flying get shot in the wing
good year for hunters and Christmas parties
and I hate and I hate and I hate and I hate elevator music
the way we fight the way I'm left here silent

oh these little earthquakes here we go again
these little earthquakes
doesn't take much to rip us into pieces

we danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
we laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burn
and I hate and I hate and I hate and I hate disintegration
watching us wither black winged roses that safely changed their color

I can't reach you I can't reach you
give me life give me pain give me myself again