Текст (слова) песни: Burning Heads - Little Bird

Spoiled child of the modern age filled with useless rage
Keeps looking for something thats nowhere to be found
Im being fed like a little bird who cant seem to fly
I could sit and wonder why but its easier not to think

I always had more than I needed but still I dont see the green grass green
The land of honey remains out of reach

Im being fed like a little bird who cant seem to fly
I could sit and wonder why but its easier not to think

Im against the grain and I dont make it Im a peace of the puzzle that just doesnt fit
Ill change the world when I finish my meal I dont wanna face it if its real

I know I dont know what I like I dont even know what I want
Like a little bird who cant seem to fly like a little bird
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