Lesser

Fly away across the zephyr

With these ruined wings still beating

O, this pill makes less of lesser

Run! For it is now or never

Escape from these esurient demons

Fly away across the zephyr

When the muscle throbs electric

No chemical can quell the feeling

O, this pill makes less of lesser

Though, strange now is the weather

That stirs the soul up from it's sleeping

Fly away across the zephyr

Here my corpse now waxes wetter

And never wakes up from its dreaming

O, this pill makes less of lesser

And, the winds kiss blistered feathers

Of this dead bird yet still preening

Fly away across the zephyr

O, this pill makes less of lesser