My secret lust will now be publicized
I wish to tell you my wish
You in the air with your fluff and stink
I think I want nothing more
And I can see you here/there from the ground
That stupid bliss in your eye
I’ll wait cause I know you’re coming down
Then things will change
Things will change for my better
And things will change to your blackest dreams
I will know from your feathers decorating my teeth
My envy for such ability
Is charred resentment the same
All in the guise of some passiveness
But you mistake
My slavery to this gravity
Your migratorial skills
You laugh from bows, wires and chimney
But things will change
Things will change for my pleasure
And things will change to your darkest fear
I will know from your feathers decorating my fair dreams
You and your pompous-like circumstance
Like shoehorns right down my throat
This daily strain of hostility is your mistake
For I will wait here patiently
My body low to the ground
With my new, patented surgery
Things will change
Things will change in my belly
And things will change with your vertebrae
I will know from your feathers decorating my fair dreams