Pest

It's raining birds
 Seagulls, nightingales
 They don't sing, they stink
 Feathers glow in the dark

 Black clouds thicken
 Your shutters won't help
 No one to answer your prayers
 Lord of Flies sends his regards

 What doesn't kill you makes you strive for death
 What doesn't wound you makes you cut your wrists

 Fear not the sickness that harms your body
 This one will leave you in perfect shape
 This is the virus that kills illusions
 Fatal disease that opens the open cage

 Be careful what you wish for
 Pitiful knowledge junkies
 Be careful what you pray for
 Your sheep chasing the slaughter
 You would have never thrown the dice
 If you had learnt the rules before
 But once you've started the game
 Don't leave the table
 Don't go home

 Because

 There is no home
 The war is on