Dead Birds

What are you doing here?

On this lonely beach

A picture of a man tired of his life

Why don't you come with me?

So you acquiesce

And book us into a room

The wedding band from your withered hand

Is silently removed

In a cloud of blood and feathers

I stand over you

Tearing apart a dead bird

With you in the throes of death

And me in my demon form

A voice screams I'm trying to sleep

Through the hotel room wall

Dead birds falling from the sky

Dead birds littering the ground

Dead birds still singing

Still singing as they come crashing down

Crashing down

Dead birds falling from the sky

Dead birds littering the ground

Dead birds still singing

Still singing as they come crashing down

Crashing down

Dead birds falling from the sky

Still singing as they come crashing down

Crashing down