There was a dead bird on the road
I bent down, tried to
c o m m u n i c a t e
not a word fitted the situation
I just chatterd away about the weather
the bird didn't give damn

riped it up
tried to find a heart
found nothing
it was empty
found nothing

got myself a knife
ripped up my friends
found nothing
they were empty
found nothing

gathered some courage
ripped myself up
found the echo
of my own voice
I'm not there
this isn't really happening
I'm just an
overvalued clothes hanger