What am I
What are you
What are we
What should we do
Is it God
Or is it a 22
I'm 22 and see nothing but the birds in blue
Should I breath or should I hold my breath
Is this world real
I ask you because you am I
We our together and we all soon fly
But the birds in blue soon turn to the birds in black
They call this America
I call it a child screaming for help
This world
It couldn't be real- Holy wolf