Blue bird, spirit of the wasteland, fly
You fly
Blue bird, beauty of the wasteland, fight
Petals burning, ordinary night
Fluke birth, riven in your wrappings white
Mother of mine
Slowed hurt, running from the fury's fire
Red and burning, ordinary
The lines, the lines, I see by the wayside
Cold heart, full-blood, the brain-cries
The lies, the lies, I see where the pain hides
Wolf heart, a full-blood brain-cry
Blue bird, lily of the valley, cry
All that you might
Truth burns brighter when the hate is high
Keep it burning, scribbling
The full arc, break it to me one time
Keep it burning, scribble all the lines
The lines, the lines, I see by the wayside
Cold heart, full-blood, the brain-cries
The lies, the lies, I see where the pain hides
Wolf heart, a full-blood brain-cry
Feed the panic, feed the panic you want
Feed the panic, feed the panic you want
