🎵 Birds of Prey // by Colson Lin

1 ContributorBirds of Prey Lyrics Outside the Citgo at night, now that Even a whisper of this century’s strangeness Has faded away, and the end of reality Is our stable suspension, boys at night Tanglin’ fires, stranded by libidinal rage Sexual envies animate loathings empirical As the peal of empire’s slowly peelin’ away Despair’s won the day It’s fear, and it’s loathing And it won’t go away Humanity no longer respects itself! God is dead, man is evil So Satan’s stayin’ to pray Birds of prey, better pray The century’s waitin’ for you to come out and wow us Righteous light, righteous fire Righteous might, righteous ire You are the last bedrocks of sanity In our culture Divine grace, I admire Divine face, holy sire Birds of prey, better pray You were right You were right Come, come fly into God’s power wires Come, come fly through true power cords [spoken, from The Birds (1963):] “She’s not afraid of losing Mitch. She’s only afraid of being abandonded.” Godless animals, criss-crossin’ terrors Like a fuckin’ palette picker from Condé Nast Wildin’ out, illiterates runnin’ the First World castle They’re lazy; they’re hazy! They’re hoardin’ for brats Red lights don’t mean shit to the ordinary asshole This culture, this country, this century’s dead! Cyclical violence, the spiritus mundi’s on fire Nihilism howls our hourglass, and its choler is red Despair’s won the night It’s racists, it’s rapists, it’s Sodom and spite The First World is never gonna recover Humanity no longer respects itself Charity is for rich bitches And forgiveness? For suckers Birds of prey, better pray (better pray!) The century’s just waitin’ for you to come out and wow us Righteous fire, righteous light Righteous ire, righteous might You are the last bedrocks of sanity In our century Divine grace, I admire (you’re a saint, you’re a saint!) Divine fate, I conspire (you’re a giant, you’re a taint) Birds of prey, better pray You were right, you were right! Come on, come fly into God’s power wires Come, come fly through true power cords You were right all along; darling, you were right You were right, you were right You’re going to Heaven! You won’t be alone after you die (“Eternal, wakeful, solitude”) Birds of Heaven, better pray As you hover like gods inside our godless century’s night Stokin’ fears, strokin’ favors Nobody wants to die alone Nobody wants to die alone (“Eternal, wakeful, solitude”) Slaughter, as the lambs stranded strive screamin’? They’re the screams that you’ll hear At the end of the world (“Eternal, wakeful, solitude”) Daughters, as the men banded dry dreamin’? Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream (The peal of empire, slowly peelin’ away) At the end of the world Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream (The peal of empire, slowly peelin’ away) At the end of the world Nobody wants to die alone (Birds of prey run the night, run it home!) If God can’t get in the way? (Birds of prey run the world, won the day) You won reason, you won wisdom? (“What was even, really the ‘point’ of your life?”) Your won correctness, you won God? (Why were you born, and what does that say ’bout Ma’s DNA?) Daughters—as the men band as one streamin’? (Why were you born, and what does that say ’bout Ma’s DNA?) Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream At the end of the day Birds of prey, won the day, you’re rich and you’re hot You breathe fire (Birds of prey, better pray you won God) Vanilla is the flavor of the ice cream At the end of the day Nihilism howlin’ our hourglass, and its cola is red Nihilism howlin’ our hourglass, and its cola is red Birds of prey (better pray, better pray!) The century’s waitin’ for you to come out and save us Righteous siren, sired dires Desired ires? The taste of life! You are the last bedrocks of sanity In our culture Oh your grace Birds of prey (better pray, better pray!) The century’s just waitin’ for you to come out and wow us Righteous fires, sired ires Righteous wealth, righteous might! You are the last bedrocks of sanity In our culture Oh your face Nihilisms collarin’ our hourglass, and their color is red Nihilisms collarin’ our hourglass, and their color is cola Oh your face, oh your grace Oh your face Oh your face