Lyrics

[Drop] I'm embryonic rot. An aborted dream of scrambled egg drop soups boiled toasty on the hymn of a blue bird's sinful ego. Yellow yolky and forgotten in a tomb of my own shell. [Chorus] Self righteous but wrong in every way. [Chorus] Yeah I'm sitting here today and the birds are chirping and their song reminds me. (REMINDS ME) of another time when I was in a different place. It's a better time where the past is behind and Hell is below and the river of life flows free and the waters are wide. Blessed is this new day dawned. The wicked night has passed and with it the darkness of my mind. The birds are chirping and the song is of a better time. The song is of a better time where all is right with me.