[Hook]
Everyone I know talks big until they eat a humble pie
Bumblebees can sting you, and they still live to apologize
Everyone I know talks big until they eat a humble pie
Bumblebees can sting you, and they still live to apologize

[Verse 1]
The most shifty vagabond
Who’s made choices worse than white women stepping foot in Erewhon
We can sit and drink tea with the tarragon
While contemplating where it all went wrong
Tadpoles in the wrong pond won’t ever find a lilypad
Doing the dishes willy-nilly broke a plate aw that's my bad
But the indignity is stuck in the spider's cobweb
So from the ancient tree, the panicked starlings flushed
Blushing out of embarrassment
The coping mechanism was arrogance
What’s going on, exclaimed the ornithologist
I think penguins and ostriches apologize for not even being able to fly
I think some of them say that they fly all the time in preposterous lies, uh

[Hook]
Everyone I know talks big until they eat a humble pie
Bumblebees can sting you, and they still live to apologize
Everyone I know talks big until they eat a humble pie
Bumblebees can sting you, and they still live to apologize

[Verse 2]
When I see a pigeon on the street, I apologize to it; “I’m sorry”
But Nihilists told me that my words mean nothing
So I kept my shame to myself
I stopped throwing dimes into wells; I started to rhyme spiritual spells
That indicate to my ancestors that I’m doing just fine
Even in the times of peril, where I needed a sign
Projectional pots still point out the shade of kettle
Roses still blame everything on all of their petals
Bees still meddle in the roses business
Now the tumor's malignant
There’s a dissonance amongst everyone involved
Oh, you brave knight, you can fight the dragon all alone

[Outro]
There’s a dissonance amongst everyone involved
Oh, you brave knight, you can fight the dragon all alone
There’s a dissonance amongst everyone involved
Oh, you brave knight, you can fight the dragon all alone

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Written by Cyrus Mirrors
Performed by Cyrus Mirrors
Produced by Cyrus Mirrors
Engineered by Cyrus Mirrors
Artwork by Cyrus Mirrors
Recorded at the ominous Globe Al-South headquarters (my room)

Released independently by Globe Al-South Records

The Panicked Starlings Flushed from the Ancient Tree

A poet from half the world, who's a young disciple of the ghostface wordsaladists, the awakeners of mummified martyrs, and those who spiritually peel pomelos in the name of anti-imperialism. Misery to the mainstream, glory to the Globe Al-South, and peace to you, beloved!

Contact.CyrusMirrors@gmail.com