Painted Bird

On lead poisoned wings you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy
Painted bird its absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills they make a din
In laughing unison youre hitchcock carrion
Carry on
Painted bird its absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow
Youll lose you sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
Because were painted birds by our own design
By our own design theres no more sorrow
Have you heard about the painted bird
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve
Weve lost our sorrow now its tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now were painted birds mocking that twisted nerve