MISNOMER

They said, nobody's on the streets In the old old night, swinging with the breeze "Am I not a man?", I ask the streets Discrete, they echo my silence Resurrection is so easy now a days, sadness grows I knit feathers in my dreams As the birds drag the seasons within 'Round the globe and years through sins Misnomer Misnomer Misnomer Misnomer Father's seen the fire in my eyes Like steaming shit under the absent sun Villainy might not exist, but perspectives do So, I'm a wave in the air, on the verge of treason When winter leaves, days grow old Bubbles burst for nation's imagination As the birds drag the seasons within 'Round the globe and years through sins, oh my As the sounds in my head, my ears keen I refuse to fear your false fence