There Is a nasty seagull
Oh yeah.. his wings I see
He's come to take small pieces
From different parts of me.

He's come for my body
He's come for my brain
He wants to take my spirit
'Til none of these remain.

I'm always finding feathers
All inside my head,
So I'm gonna get a shotgun...

And shoot that sucker DEAD!!!



SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis