Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
Blackbird Raum
To delete the process running my life
All that's left is to sharpen the knife /
Cut the rope that binds our legs /
Separate the kings from their own heads /
It is time to spit at the air wash the dried blood from our hair / stitch one another back together / what care we for the wind and weather / don't say your prayers don't cast your vote / keep the predators hands from around your throat / saw threw the tendons throw down the yoke / turn off the gas before we choke