The Tower of the Rising Sun

In come the vultures ~

Through dusty air ~

To take you down and ~

Tear the ribbons from your hair.

 

In come the songbirds ~

With bitter melodies ~

To sever all your heartstrings ~

As they light upon the trees.

 

This place can sometimes be so ugly.

 

This place can sometimes be so strange.

 

In come the blackbirds ~

In murders and in droves ~

To cover you in shadow ~

As they clean you to the bone.

 

In I come, a firebird ~

Don't offer up your sorrow ~

Today you see me crash and burn ~

But I'll be back tomorrow.

 

This place can sometimes be so perfect.

 

This place can sometimes be your cage.

 

This can sometimes be so beautiful.

 

This place will always be so strange.

     -- Aviary by Ego Likeness