Nocturnal

I dream of birds, birds without wings. Of children who grew up to be dangerous things. I was known as the postman, I worked through The night. I made my deliveries sink out of sight. We would wrap them, wrap them up. Anything to shut them up. Had to stitch them, stitch them up. See how they fly. See how they fly. We Hold them in the center 'til we were all Done. We turn up the music and have some Fun. You're on your way out, that's what they were Told. Then we mugged them and drugged them 'til A stupor took its hold. We would wrap them, wrap them up. Anything to shut them up. Had to stitch them, stitch them up. See how they fly. See how they fly. Fly out low, some way offshore. The sacking covers up their heads. Don't wanna look into their eyes. As I push them Through the open door.