Crows

Your love's for me is like poison seeds They hook and weave Then die and leave Essence cut with cyanide I'm sparkling I'm dead inside They'll know They'll know Bury me in dirt Bury me under And I will rot I will rot Dig these lonely bones a bed Lay me down under a sky that's red Don't come for me, run to the sea I'm a Sunday dress laced with dirty sleeves Circle me Come feast my eyes The birds will see I'm dead inside They'll know They'll know Bury me in dirt Bury me under And I will rot I will rot Dig these lonely bones a bed Lay me down under a sky that's red I've always been a decaying muse I carry my own noose My blood was bred to feed the crows The Crows Bury me in dirt Bury me under And I will rot I will rot Dig these lonely bones a bed Dig these lonely bones a bed Dig these lonely bones a bed Lay me down Murders coming