Eisley

Manbirds

Eisley
Last night I had a terrible dream
It was an awful dream
It was about these bird things
They had normal bodies like birds
But faces like men and hands like mine
And they flew over my head and
into my pocket, and into my pocket
Where they laid their little birds' eggs
And they began to hatch
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birds
1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 all the birds
Were flying high and
They're taking my soul with them
Flying High
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