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give me shelter and religion, a home and a bit of your tradition stuff me, frame me, hang me on your wall you have me forever after all

my woe is my weal I'm scared of what I think and what I feel mother, if I only could I would become good

I leave my crib, I try to take to the firmament to be smitten, to be smashed on the cobbled pavement you put me together again with your wizardry, your voodoo, your tealeaf prophecy

everything that ever wants to hurt me you come and lacerate it gorily on Wednesdays you scent my every lie teach me how to breathe and how to fly

I won't yield, I won't barter sitting in cold bath water give me a lobotomy until your tools are blunt and bloody

lately I flew and got off the wall I don't have you forever after all but your love remains here forevermore my beak wide open, I treasure your lore