Текст песни Mayhem Fountain - Proliferhate

Newcomers in the city of everlasting heat
Stuck in the sand in the neck of a broken hourglass
Trying to catch their breath in the air so still
Lungs have plenty of room to fill
In a city built from dust on dormant rage

Like dry ink on a worn out page
They crave new eyes and fingers on the cover
Hiding well the cage and a fever never sober

In this drought I cannot feel
The shadow of hatred under my feet
This town has the taste of dust
I see water
Please, rest I must
Out, little bird
That liquid temple's not for you
Cute of you to call for peace
Too late, you're ours, miss
Don't be rude, your cage lies in wait now
Within newfound solitude
Love will be our bait
Maybe she'll sing again
If we find her mate

What have they done to you, my little dove?
Do you remember our nest far from the heat
And the hatred that floods the streets?
I know it's fading, cause now you're sailing
Away, with wings that you never had
Now don't be sad
Migration is just a part of life

Now that the cage has fallen
I can reach it down the moat
According to the sound
They finally have found
The scapegoat they were longing for
A poor, little nightingale
That will sing no more
The downing sunset takes away
The hope I left outside the cage
Now forever we will sway
In the wind, like a worn out page

Like kindled wax
She withered under the sun
Beaten and humiliated
Just to indulge a wicked kind of fun
Stars won't bring solace
Cold's no more a part of night
Her last light
Dissolved into my arms