| The black bird sits atop my guts and spreads its wings for flight
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| My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in
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| Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers
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| But the brushstrokes feel like hearth pokes into my skin
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| The black bird feasts upon my guts and bears its beak to fight
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| My shoulders back, my jaw pushed out, my stomach sucked in
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| Its wingtips push across my lungs and fill them full of feathers
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| Now they poke between my teeth and that’s why I thirst
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| And when he flies me to the top
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| There’s nothing but the fog
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| A heart of stone, eggshell for bones
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| They lead you to be lost
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)
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| A part of me, so sad to see (The dark slope drags you down)
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| The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)
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| So sad to see, so sad
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| I ask before I go for you to drop a lit match down my throat
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| And smoke the bastard out, it’ll burn him to a crisp
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| 'Cause I’m already carrion, been eaten from the inside too long
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| This black bird wants to rip me limb from limb
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| The black bird dips its beak in blood
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| And writes its thoughts in cursive
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| 'Cross the bones that are its jailer and my ribcage
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| And when you turn me inside out
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| Believe in me, without a doubt
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| The words were all of his and none of mine
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| And when he flies me to the top
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| There’s nothing but the fog
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| A heart of stone, eggshells for bones
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| They lead you to be lost
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The dark slope drags you down
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| The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)
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| A part of me, so sad to see (The dark slope drags you down)
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| The black bird is a part of me (The dark slope drags you down)
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| So sad to see, so sad to be me |