affinity for crows
A flock hungry of birds gather in the outfield
I guess a storm's coming in
The stadium lights finally flickered out
And i feel unstable
The birds just keep staring
They've found their prize
They're mad at you, specifically you
Yeah, you know who you are
Do these birds have souls?
Well they've got more spirit than you anyway
I hardly think a few birds
Are going to bring about the end of the world
The birds are mad at you
You specifically
You know who you are
