Here comes a change we all go through, subtle misuse of my debt
Ghosts of new and ghosts I've used, they don't have feelings cause they're dead
Is there a wizard of silver and gold?
Silver and gold, who knows?
I knew a kid who broke his hand, he told me he done it punching a man
He told me he read, he told me his head, I think of him now cause he's dead
I'll make it hard to learn fly and you'll be there in your demise
We'll jump the cliff and hope to glide into the winds of you and I
The birdhuman is mine