Post Script Lyrics

Oh, to whom it may concern

Your words are growing old, they've all been said

Try… Try and understand

There's so much in your mind that breaks and bends

Your thoughts are thicker than air

Lighter than all your blank stares

Lighter than all of your cares

So I'm sending back to you that little bird that flew

Oh, a scene where you have once again

Pretended to take in a friend

And use them till the mystery ends, the torchlight dims

Caged up in a little white box, my thoughts and time

You told me to cry and then threw me away

As if I was some sort of childhood pain, driving you away

And it prides itself to please the world that's gone to hell

I'd prove it to you but I'd only display what it feeds you

And the clearest hope is that the world will not implode

These people today, they've all gone insane

It's an issue of ignorance

So I'm sending back to you that little bird that flew