Flightless Birds - Cult Leader

Go forth blindly

Go forth and be hollow

Make excuses

Set those ire

Lick that salt off your skin

I can’t find it

In my hollow heart

That scared feeling you promised would be there

All I found was bitterness

And the pieces of every broken thing

What an ugly gift a life of faith and servitude is.

Why are you so weak?

You can’t behead invisible kings

You’re all just birds with broken wings.