Hooded hawks in the night, perched on city stoops
Still in silence, in the dark, k**ers of the avenue
The tempest bold with his shrill is blinded by his broken will
The quiet scream of d**h
Ignites the oil sky
Creation songs that people switch their menaced faces
Like pigeons in feeding circles they are the same in all places
With cynical eyes, I hooded hawk swoop, a deadly decent into garbage and soot
And the quiet scream of d**h
Ignites the oil sky
I am lost and forgotten, falling from the sky
Like a hooded hawk in the night, waiting to die
I am lost and forgotten, falling from the sky
Like a hooded hawk in the night...