Books all say different things while people flap their yellow wings
Trying to soar, being a whore of life and almost everything
Sheep that ran off from the herd, maybe dead, now's a bird
Able to fly, able to die, able to fuck your mother's Earth
The arsenal of megadeath can't be rid of, they said
And if it comes, the living will envy the dead
Racing for power and all come in last
No winning, first stone cast
This falsehood worldly peace
Its treaties soon will cease
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