Lyrics Feathers - Depths of Depravity

Feathers

The last bird died on the world
I killed it
Its wings torn off byre and soon died
Struggling in it’s blood and dust
It flew freely through borders
Spit on the law and state
It played between the clouds
And took a rest on the trees
It saw the endless destruction
Our race is deformed by foamy rivers
Our happiness factories
Vomiting black ash
Flew away above our terrible battlefields
Getting scared by blood and tears
Living in burst apart wrecks and burned
By mouths shouting silent scream
I killed it to get me desire
Power and happiness bought by money
I killed it for its wonderful feathers
I deformed the world