Bird of Prey

chris-vianney

Do you believe what they say?

The screams that come my way

When I know that for sure

They'll come at my front door

To cut my wings one day

Those wings that you will pay

Because money's for that

To act like a dirt rat

I am one of them

I am one of them

I am a bird of prey

This creature you want to slay

Or maybe put in a cage

In front of a huge stage

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