angry little firestorms are blitzing through my head
i made them up and set them free, now most of them are dead
the ones that lived are rightly pissed and haunt me in my bed
shoulda known better, could avoid disaster, woulda held my tongue
but somber silence failed to suite me so i went and found a gun
fired skyward, hit a bird, and now i'm on the run.
she wasn't illegal but cursed, which was worse
death row purgatorians wait and watch the dawns
but no such light for a fuck like me,
because hungry baby albatrosses ate up the whole sun.
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