Birds - BENN

He was the kind of man who never knew his place

Was broken long before he ever knew his name

He was the kind of man that always took the blame

The things he’d done when others pulled the strings

He was the kind of man who’d never turn away

And he was caught inside the moths eternal flame

Oh little birds I really want to hear you sing

It’s been so long and I can’t stand your silent beaks

We know the words, you know, we just don’t want to sing

The things you’ve done will never warrant melody

He was the kind of man who always seemed so strong

And every life he made would sap his youth and love

And he was the kind of man who was terrified to die

Yet every night he did when he turned out the light

He was the kind of man who lived so selfishly

All alone, the stones, the gun, the dark, the sea

And he was the kind of man who never fed the birds

And now they watch him end and hear his final words

Oh little birds I really need to hear you sing

It’s been so long the dark devoured Everything

We know the words, you know, we just don’t want to sing

The mark you left could never warrant anything

And he was the kind of man who lived inside his head

A world so deep that light could not survive down there

And he was the kind of man who killed the ones he’d touch

And now he’s gone the world can wash away the dust