Idioma Origen:
On lead poisoned wings you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy
Painted bird it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills they make a din
In laughing unison you're hitchcock carrion
Carry on
Painted bird it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow
You'll lose you sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design there's no more sorrow
Have you heard about the painted bird
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve
We've lost our sorrow now it's tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds mocking that twisted nerve
Idioma Destino:
On lead poisoned wings you try to sing
Freak beak shrieks are thrown at your confusing hue
The peacock screaming eyes show no mercy no mercy
Painted bird it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
The flock will make you choke on this sadistic joke
And the whippoorwills they make a din
In laughing unison you're hitchcock carrion
Carry on
Painted bird it's absurd
Just a tainted bird hurting their twisted nerve
I hear your sorrow maybe tomorrow
You'll lose you sorrow
When a fated weather will cleanse away
That painted feather and all that sorrow
A coquette in fur purr for the painted bird
Confound that dowdy flock with a sharp honed nerve
Because we're painted birds by our own design
By our own design there's no more sorrow
Have you heard about the painted bird
Just a tainted bird hunting their twisted nerve
We've lost our sorrow now it's tomorrow
No need to hide your feather under a fated weather
No more sorrow...
Now we're painted birds mocking that twisted nerve