[Verse 1]
Today's iconoclast
The feeling never lasts
It's not hard to tell
That you're not doing well
Your smile down the hill
I ran to meet you there
We gave blood to our fantasies
We play fuck, kill, marry

[Verse 2]
A fresh addiction
Comes with the discipline
Hates the noise of sorrow
I read it in the Amazon Basics Bible
Today's iconoclast
It's nothing serious
But it's not hard to tell
When you're not doing well

[Bridge]
I saw your wings get clipped
It's a bloodbath
You could call it what you'd like
Spit smacks on porcelain
Mary down the drain
The beating of a white wing
[Outro]
The beating of a white wing
Beating of a white wing
Whitе wing