Dozen birds singing grieving songs
State my mind I wish I could help
Feeling drowned shouldn't they be the saviors
Help me out, pull me out from here

Strangers smiling waiting for their chance
Break them up before it's too late
I lay down my weapon I surrender
State my mind infact this is cruel

Rise of an age when sirens make their ways
To the end of time, I need to be so sure
When the time comes I will soon go
When will all these creatures doom?