ISÁK (NOR)
Feathers
[Verse 1]
There are so many things I want to be that I'm not
So why do you feel the urge to remind me?
There are so many things I should say but I won't
'Cause I'm too afraid

[Verse 2]
For now, I am fine without the torture
The constant pain of your barbed wire
For now, I hope my mind will concur
'Cause I am plucking my own feathers