The black bird sits atop my guts and spreads its wings for flight My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers But the brushstrokes feel like hearth pokes into my skin
The black bird feasts upon my guts and bears its beak to fight My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers Now they poke between my teeth and that's why I thirst
When he flies me to the top there's nothing but the fog A heart of stone, egg shell for bones, they lead you to be lost The dark slope drags you down The black bird is a part of me, so sad to see So sad to be me
I ask before I go for you to drop a lit match down my throat And smoke the bastard out or burn him to a crisp Cause I'm already carrion, been eaten from the inside too long This black bird wants to rip me limb from limb The black bird dips its beak in blood and writes its thoughts in cursive 'cross The bones that are its jailer and my ribcage And when you turn me inside out, believe in me without a doubt The words were all of his and none of mine
When he flies me to the top there's nothing but the fog A heart of stone, egg shell for bones, they lead you to be lost The dark slope drags you down The black bird is a part of me, so sad to see So sad to be meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
