Annihilate

i know why the caged bird sings

i am a thought or two, nothing else.

three, actually;

shiny snowflakes, and the cold

stroke of a clock, and a woman that calls

herself my mother.

but i still don't understand that part.

i'm sure she doesn't think of me the same,

anymore.

never call a star by its name -

the moon will collapse

under your rib cage.

i don't mind, i swear.

if you want, wear a sign that says 

victim on your pretty

big forehead.

i honestly think that is not

freedom, but a prison.

and that is why the caged bird sings, 

for she is celebrating her

victory.

(it'll follow you to sleep,

fill your dreams with hopeless, vicious rage.)

whenever i see you,

i change everything – my skin, my talk, my

eye colour, my smile.

feels strange to you?

well, that is what i want -

a deep discomfort in your pretty

little lungs.

if you don't know me, you can not

control me.

never call a star by its name -

the moon will collapse

under your rib cage.

Lord so dark -

you want to bury your hands

in the sand and cry for help.

his words kinda 

hallucinogenic,

do i actually see lights there?

of course i do.

God is in those neon lights,

so make a choice tonight.

never call a star by its name -

the moon will collapse

under your rib cage.

(it'll follow you to sleep,

fill your dreams with hopeless, vicious rage.)