I don't remember when my hero died
Maybe when I first saw you high
Could you realize that you opened my eyes?
You woke me from my child dreams and lies
Now I feel like I can walk free to a library
Grateful I should be but makes fear come to me
War is in my eyes blood is in their mouths
Love is torn apart like the falling leaves
I made my choice to live now I must deal with it
But I realized that I can't do a thing
I can paint a bird or compose a melody
But it's not a political language
It's not massive destruction weapon
To celebrate death through people's home
But with my bird and my sweet melody
I say fuck the Dark House and make my mind clear
And please hold your flowers hold your flowers"¦