My fury releases the streets full of ostriches.

Big-boned black wings, batting the shit out of street kings
Big-boned black wings, batting the shit out of street kings
Big-boned black wings, batting the shit out of street kings

Circle of stars…
Gang members, crawling like turtles through tar
and the cobblestone roads crack like geodes.

Let’s talk about the weather…
and the serpent, who let itself go to the wind
and it’s scales which have turned into feathers.

The clouds are now lines
Chemical spines
Checkerboards cover the skies.

Aztec gods hide behind it!
Alien bloodlines are blinded by violence!

My fury unleashes a deafening silence, only to be heard by birds.