In my head, I see them flying
Iron-hearted souls with fragile hands
Speaking in words I don't understand
'Til the day they all end
Nothing is everything I feel
To witness the birds birthing anew
Plagued with malcontent
A few of them run, the rest repent
Taking away all of my freedom
My ways, all of my wisdom
Listen to all of my regions
Killing, oh killing all of the new ones
I want to be born anew
Want to be born anew
I want to be born anew
Want to be born anew
I care by my time
The flows of the darkened
Ghosts of my past
Come to shoot the birds
I can follow
My own path
If it takes me home
Or takes me to my death