Have you ever dreamt of the black lodge?
It lives in a place called mind
Locusts are eating me up tonight
Never ever need a brain if I use my knife
My knife
Can you hear the blackbird?
Can you hear the blackbird singing?
It’s flying above the trees of dystopia
No-one knows it's whirling, no-one knows it's bleeding
Pigs march along the river
Through a hundred-thousand fields of corpses
Sinking their snouts in the bloody corn
I don’t burn my memories, I eat ‘em alive
Alive
Can you hear the blackbird?
Can you hear the blackbird singing?
It’s flying above the trees of dystopia
No-one knows it's whirling, no-one knows it's bleeding
It's a dream
It's a dream
We live inside a dream!
Evil stands behind our pure dreams
Behind a red curtain of sorrow
Take another look at the pit
Falling like statues the soldiers cry
They cry
They cry!
