We abandon clemancy
Embracing our malevolence
Only when the birds lie dead
Will a smile return to this face

Trust given to you is ever misplaced
I perceive the negative in your parlance
I'd rather your silence to your counsel
I'd favour your absence to your pity

Crouched in the corner
Embracing itself in a picture of weakness
A broken, disgraceful display
Howling out and milking the tears

You demand of us
With elusive intent
Filthy your constant demur
Brace for our impious war

Only when the birds lie dead
Will a smile return to this face