All the birds are flyin’ back, with some blood on their wings
The sun this morning was so dark, I couldn’t know it was my last evening
There’s some humans on the ground, with some ashes on their skin
All the crows are comin’ back, to catch our souls to catch our sins
Everybody raised high, everybody raised high
Everybody could die, everybody could die
I know I’m not the best one, but I’ve tried so many times
I warned you and I said beware, but your answers were I don’t care
Now the sky has burned down there, all our rescues are too far
And the black angels of the air, will find us wherever we are
Everybody raised high, everybody raised high
Everybody could die, everybody could die
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